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rhythmically as her pussy rode my fingers. My dick hardened and strained against my jeans, and I cursed myself that I hadn’t removed them too. There was nothing I wanted more than to slip into Eva and fuck her slowly with no rush to orgasm or perform, just to enjoy her closeness and feel myself grow harder as I moved inside her.

As if she read my mind, Eva’s hands went to my cock and squeezed. Her eyes were still closed, and she spoke in a sleepy voice. “I want your cock inside, baby. Please.”

Jesus. I wasn’t denying her or turning her invitation down.

I undid my jeans and slipped them off, sending them to join my shirt in the corner. In that time Eva had rolled onto her stomach and was drifting back to sleep again. Gripping the panties, I pulled them down her legs and threw them onto the growing pile of clothes.

Fuck. I’d forgotten how gorgeous her ass was. Round and soft, it was the most erotic part of her, and my cock jerked with desire. On closer inspection, her ass cheeks felt a little hot from where she’d fallen earlier. I caressed the globes softly, then mapped them with my tongue, licking and kissing every square inch of her delectable backside.

She writhed and moaned with pleasure and then surprised me by rolling onto her back just as I was getting to really enjoy her.

A flash of disappointment washed over me but disappeared as quickly as it had come when she opened her eyes and all I could see in their dark depths was lust for me.

“Tie me up, Harrison. Own my body. Do to me whatever you want. I need to feel pain, and I want to feel pleasure. Fuck me until I pass out.”

She wants me to take control.

Fuck. My cock throbbed, and my brain went into a spin. She fumbled with the buttons of her shirt until I leaned over her and gripped the ends and ripped the shirt so that buttons scattered in all directions. I was getting good at this.

“Naughty cop. That’s the second shirt you ruined in a week.”

“You have no fucking idea how naughty, baby. I’m going to take every inch of your body. I’m going to make you squirm and scream. I’m going to own you.”

“Yeah. I want that.”

She wants to submit to me.

I undid her bra and pulled it off her body. Her nipples were hard already.

She licked her lips and smiled at me.

“What’s your safe word, Eva?”

“Safe word?” She frowned and wrinkled her nose while thinking. “Um . . . Ryder?”

I growled. Fuck, did she want me to lose my shit completely? Of all the words in the world, she chose that one?

“You sure that’s the word you want?”

“Yeah.”

Smart girl. There wasn’t another word she could pick that would make me stop dead in my tracks any faster.

I grimaced before conceding. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

Control was about choosing one’s battles. A true master gave small concessions to set his submissive at ease. Knowing when to give and when to take. A very fine balance of power, shifting subtly from one to the other seamlessly.

Remembering that I’d seen rolls of tape on the kitchen counter when I’d gone to get the first-aid kit, I scooted off the bed and sprinted to the kitchen, my erection leading the way and my balls slapping painfully against my legs.

This is going to be so fucking good. As long as she doesn’t need the safe word, we’ll be just fine.

Chapter 11 — Harrison

Returning to the bedroom, Eva’s eyes widened when her gaze fell on the tape and plastic ties I held up with a triumphant grin.

I found her shirt—the one without buttons—and ripped it into long lengths.

“What—”

“No talking, baby. Just relax, okay?”

She nodded without a word. Good. I’d get her another silk blouse or two soon.

Twisting a length of fabric around her ankles, I bound them together quickly and then secured it with a length of tape wound around the fabric and both ankles. I took care not to let the tape touch her delicate skin, yet made sure she was securely tied up with a little bit of maneuvering space so that I didn’t cut off her circulation.

Next were her magnificent tits. I knotted three strips of fabric together and twisted it round on itself to resemble a rope, then wound that around her chest and back, crisscrossing and accentuating each breast until they both popped out and stood proud, her