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grip his shoulders as he fits the head of his cock against my entrance and slams home. I throw my head back and scream his name as he fills every inch of me. His hands flex against my ass as he lifts me and lowers me, fucking me in pounding, pulsing strokes.
    I’ve never felt so taken in my life. He’s owns every slick inch of my pussy as he mercilessly continues lifting and thrusting. Hot. Hard. Demanding. I cling to his shoulders helplessly as he shows me—unequivocally—that I am not, nor have I ever been, in control.
    I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me.
    I’m lost to this man. I am utterly his.
    I’m so blissed out it takes me a moment to realize he hasn’t come yet. He lowers me back into my chair.
    “But you didn’t—” I start to say, but the sound comes out as a mewl of pleasure. I drop my arms to my sides and lean back against the chair, my breasts heaving with every breath. Burke reaches down, grabbing my bra off the floor, and ties my wrists to the back of the chair before I realize what he’s doing.
    I yank my hands against the bonds, testing his creative restraints, but they hold fast.
    “I told you I was tying you up.” He gives me a wicked smile. He did say it. I was the one foolish enough to think I might have overcome his steely control. If I weren’t so drunk on pleasure, I might’ve been annoyed that I didn’t manage it. But the only thing I care about is him dropping to his knees and spreading my thighs. His tongue finds my pussy and he feasts.
    “Oh, Jesus. Burke,” I moan. “Don’t stop.” I love the feel of his mouth against my clit. His tongue moves in lazy circles, and I press my legs wider, wanting more. When he nips lightly at my clit, he steals my breath, and I tumble into a second orgasm.
    When I surface from the pleasure, it occurs to me that he still hasn’t come once yet.
    Rising to his knees, he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me until I’m dizzy—drunk on the taste of myself on his lips. I press my tongue into his mouth in a demand for more.
    He pulls away, taking his cock in his hand. He strokes himself slowly, watching for my reaction. My breathing stops—everything stops—except for my pounding heart, as I watch this beautiful man work his cock in his hand. Up and down, his fist squeezing as he moves.
    His eyes drop to my spread legs. “I want that sweet cream all over my dick.” He yanks my ass to the edge of the chair and rubs the head of his cock against my opening, parting my lips and sliding through my slick heat. We both groan with the sensation. When he shifts back, the broad head of his cock is wet with my juices, and I have the strange desire to lick him clean.  He uses his cock to rub my clit, and my inner muscles clamp down, demanding to be filled.
    “Please, sir,” I beg, knowing the dark, hungry look in his eyes means he needs my submission now more than ever. I’m totally vulnerable in this moment. My hands are secured behind my back, and my breasts pushed out and up. I’m helpless to do anything but writhe as Burke lowers his mouth to one puckered nipple. His eyes never leave mine as he teases and tugs on it with his teeth.
    “Are you ready to be good, greedy girl? Are you ready to take what I give you? Take my cock however I want?” He strokes himself as he moves to my other nipple, again nipping with his teeth.
    I arch into the sensation, wanting more—wanting everything that he wants to give me.
    “Yes, please,” I beg.
    “You’ve already come twice, so this hot little cunt is nice and wet for me, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, just for you,” I moan, loving the way he licks at my nipple like it’s his favorite candy.
    “Spread your legs.”
    I comply, spreading my thighs as wide as I can. I welcome him eagerly as he positions his cock at my entrance.
    Using one hand, he feeds his huge cock into me, my body taking every inch eagerly. His thick shaft is hot and hard inside of me, and I tug against my restraints as I try