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    "This is insane," he muttered, but made his way to the bar. "What the fuck am I doing?"
    "I don't think you'll regret your choice in about five minutes."
    He climbed on the wooden bar and lay flat on his back. "Okay, now what?"
    From her purse she pulled four men's ties. Knowing she couldn’t use magic this time, she’d come prepared.
    He eyed the ties. "Are you serious?"
    She looped one end around his left wrist and tied the other end tight to the barstool that was bolted to the floor. "As serious as a heart attack." She did the same to his left ankle, tying it to another bar stool. "If you want me to stop, I'll stop. Everything." She knew he wouldn't say no. His dick was so hard, the only thing that would give him some relief was a good old-fashioned fucking.
    He said nothing.
    She took his silence as a sign that he agreed to the arrangement and slid across the bar on her ass, her dress riding high to expose the plain white panties she wore underneath. Damp white panties. Just thinking about how she'd torture him was getting her wetter by the minute.
    She took another tie and secured his right hand to the mini-fridge handle under the counter. The fourth and final tie she secured to his right ankle and tied it to the handle on the beer keg.
    "I must be fucking insane."
    "No, just horny." She checked all the ties to make sure they were tight. She climbed up on the bar, this time kneeling over his stomach with one knee on either side of his body. She rested her ass on his groin and trapped his hard cock between her legs. The thick length pressed against her panty-covered clit. She rocked back and forth, feeling his hardness against her most sensitive part.
    Then, it dawned on her. When this night was over he'd remember everything. For a second she hesitated. What would he think of her? He had to fall in love with her, not just fuck her. What if her demands freaked him out?
    She looked down at her captive. The lights snapped on.
    There, in the dim glow of the canned lights above the bar, she was face to face with the man she'd dreamed about having. He wasn't just some warm, fuckable body. He talked to her like a human being. She’d sensed the hurt within him, even when she flirted with him. He had some past injury that kept him from getting too close. He’d always been a gentleman. Until tonight.
    "The power's back on. " His hips bucked up off the bar.
    "So?"
    "Aren't you worried someone will see us?" The pub lighting was dim, but a large, plate glass window faced Main Street. He strained against the ties holding him down.
    With deliberate movements, she undid her halter. The shimmery fabric pooled around her waist. "Let them look."
    "Holy fuck." Although the lights shone directly in his eyes, his pupils were huge. His gaze focused squarely on her naked breasts.
    She shook out her hair, and her breasts jiggled from the movement. She cupped them and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. They hardened into dark pink points. "Do you want me, Justin?" She pushed down, forcing his dick between her pussy lips. God, he was so hard.
    He s truggled against the restraints. He raised his body a few inches off the bar, and his fingers curved into claws. "Shit." He fell back. "This is fucking insane."
    She stood, her head almost touching the ceiling. Her pussy throbbed. Quickly, she stepped out of her panties and let her dress fall to her ankles. She kicked it to the floor and stood above him, completely naked. Her cunt was spread and open to his gaze. Filled with desire and a heady sense of power, she stared into his eyes. She couldn't wait to make him beg for it. His desire for her was pure, not spell-induced. A new feeling grew inside—one she didn’t recognize.
    "You’ ll do something for me, and then I’ll do something for you."
    He licked his lips, and his gaze roved over her. Chills ran down her spine. "What do you want me to do?"
    She knelt back down, but this time over his chest, her spread cunt lips mere inches