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ceasing spreading her buttocks wide but still keeping his hands on her ass, rubbing the cheeks tautly.
    “You’ve never done it before?”
    “No.” She’d never been interested before. With him, it would signify a deeper level of surrender, though. Of possession.
That
excited her. She found herself craving it, maybe even as greatly as Jacob seemed to hunger for this deeper level of intimacy and surrender with her.
    His thumbs dug deep into the muscles of her ass.
    “It will hurt for a moment maybe, especially with my cock. I’m going to get you ready, though. If there is pain, it will be over quickly.”
    “What’s a spreader bar?”
    “It’s just a metal bar that’s about two and a half feet wide. It has four restraints on it. I’m going to have you stand, and then attach the bar to your ankles. It will force you to keep your legs spread open. Then you’ll bend over, and I’ll restrain your wrists to the bar. You won’t be able to move while I have you.”
    She stared at him openmouthed over her shoulder, shocked by his calm recital of the facts.
    “Do you
want
to hurt me, Jacob?” she asked shakily.
    “No. How can you ask me that?” he replied harshly. “I want to
have
you. Completely. I’ve told you before,
that’s
what turns me on. Not pain.”
    “You’ll keep me safe?”
    “Always,” he replied, his gaze growing extra fierce.
    “Then, yes.”
    He immediately released her and stood next to the bed. She almost turned to watch what he was doing, but realized she could see his reflection in the mirror over the chest of drawers as he crossed the bedroom. He opened what she assumed was a closet door and went inside. When he appeared again, she saw what he carried. Her thighs closed and tightened to alleviate the spike of arousal that went through her. In one hand, he carried a long metal rod; in the other was a bundle of black rope.
    Her breathing had grown choppy from arousal by the time he stood next to the bed again, blocking her view in the mirror. Not that she needed the mirror to notice the heavy bulge at the front of his shorts as he leaned the spreader bar on the far side of the bedside table. On top of the table, he set down what appeared to be a package of—she strained to see—antiseptic towelettes? He turned toward her with the rope in hand.
    “You can stay just like that, but pull your knees up under you, bottom in the air,” he directed, staring down at her.
    Harper took the position, bending her knees beneath her, her breasts pressed against the mattress, her arms stretched above her head, one cheek turned into a pillow . . . ass in the air.
    “That’s good,” he muttered thickly. “Wrists together, palms inward.”
    He put a knee on the edge of the mattress and leaned down, binding her wrists and forearms with several loops of the black silk rope. His body was just inches away from her face while he restrained her, his cock right in her field of vision. She felt that familiar, forbidden sense of anticipation building in her. From the size and apparent weight of his erection, she wasn’t alone in her sharp arousal.
    He lifted his knee off the mattress and stood again, opening a bedside table. She watched him as he withdrew both a bottle of lubricant and a box.
    “It’s new,” he said quietly as he tore his thumb through the plastic and opened the box. He withdrew a black dildo. It was slender about six inches long with a thick base. Its shape was realistically cock-like.
    “Do you ever use one of these?” he asked her. Something about the way he held it up for her inspection made her thighs tighten to alleviate a stab of arousal.
    “No. I have a vibrator, but . . . no. Not one of those.”
    He picked up the lubricant.
    It was pure erotic torture, watching him smooth the shiny lube onto the dildo with his fingers while she watched, her arms restrained above her head.
    Her ass in the air.
    Finally he set down the bottle of lubricant and came onto the mattress behind