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I gripped her ankle and wrapped the second length of cloth around it. As I pulled on the makeshift rope, I made sure to steady her by wrapping my free hand around her opposite thigh, just above her knee. I wouldn’t allow my delicate captive to fall and damage her wrists.

When I was confident that she could balance her weight, I tied her ankle to the arbor, knotting the cloth around one of the pretty—very necessary—vines I’d crafted just for her. The position forced her knee to bend slightly, trapping her ankle two feet above the ground. She was spread wide for me, completely vulnerable and utterly dependent on me. She couldn’t so much as take a step if I didn’t allow it.

I sat back on my heels and took a long minute to admire her; my own pretty flower wrapped around the iron cage I’d made for her.

A low, satisfied hum left my lips as I pressed them against her inner thigh, indulging in the impossible beauty of my fantasy made real.

“I think I’ll keep you like this more often,” I murmured against her silky soft skin, loving the way she quivered beneath my mouth. “Once we get your arbor set up outside, you’ll look lovely in our garden. Don’t you think so?”

Her only answer was a deep moan, a sound of pained desire.

I kissed her thigh again, a bit higher, teasing my way toward her pussy. I paused just above her swollen clit, letting the heat of my words caress the needy bud. “Are you aching for me, corderita?”

“Yes…” The word hissed between her clenched teeth. “Please, Raúl. Please…”

She tried to thrust her hips toward me, but she immediately lost her balance, dropping into my waiting hands. I cupped her ass, sinking my fingers into her flesh as I pulled her to my mouth.

The first taste of her desire on my tongue was the sweetest drug. It hit my system with an instant high, immersing me in pleasure and taking my hunger for to her new heights.

Tugging her closer, I drew more of her honey into my mouth, feasting on her like a starving man.

Her harsh cries drove me into a frenzy, and I lost myself in her. The longer I tormented her, dragging her to the edge of orgasm and then easing off to deny her, the more keenly I tormented myself. The ache in my balls and rock-hard cock added a crueler edge to my game, and I punished her all the more for the pain I inflicted on us both.

“Please. Raúl, please…” The way her voice broke on my name, hitching on a desperate sob, drove me to the edge of my control.

Keeping her ass braced in one hand, I dipped my other between her legs and gathered up her slick juices. Lubricated with her wet desire, I pressed my forefinger against her asshole, demanding entrance to her most vulnerable area.

“Raúl!” This time, she gasped my name in protest.

I snarled against her pussy and pushed deeper, mercilessly forcing her tight ring to give way to my touch. Marisol would accept my claim over every part of her body. She would submit.

Mine. My lips formed the possessive declaration as I sucked her clit hard, forcing her to orgasm as I slid my finger deep inside her. I held it there, making her feel the invasion as I demanded her helpless release.

Her ecstatic scream echoed around us, and her muscles tightened and danced as pleasure ripped through her.

When she started to come down from the peak, I kept my mouth on her, drawing out each delicious aftershock that made her shudder and moan.

It didn’t take long for her panting breaths to turn to whimpers, and she tried to struggle away from my mouth as her clit became overly sensitive. Her attempt to evade me only forced my finger deeper into her ass, and she rocked back toward my mouth.

A soft sob jolted through her body, and she gave over to her helplessness, submitting to my claim.

I hummed against her clit in reward and slowly eased out of her ass. She released a shuddering breath of relief, but I wasn’t finished with her. I’d train her to like this particular violation. She’d take my cock in her ass one day, and she would love every depraved second of my most perverted use of her body.

My tongue was gentler on her pussy, circling her abused clit rather than stimulating directly. At the same time, I rotated my finger, toying with her tight ring of muscles to light up all the sensual nerve endings that would make her eagerly cede this most taboo area to my claim.

Her soft, shocked cry evolved into a husky moan as I began to thrust gently, going deeper each time she relaxed around the intrusion. When she started to wiggle in my hold, I eased my mouth away from her pussy, barely brushing my lips over her clit.


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