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the scissors,
tossing them onto the floor. He grabbed the thick material in both
hands and ripped, tearing it straight up to the neckline.
    With one last tug, the hoodie fell away, baring my
chest and stomach. He sucked in a surprised breath--because I
wasn’t wearing a bra?
    Danny wasted no time reaching for the waistband on
my pants and tugging them--and my panties--down and off my legs.
While he was still at the end of the bed, he slipped cuffs around
each of my ankles. Until this point, I’d almost been in shock, just
taking it all in. It wasn’t until he closed that last Velcro strap
around my left ankle that I realized this was really happening.
    How many nights had I lain awake in bed, alone while
Danny worked a double or even a triple shift at the hospital,
wishing he was there? Too many nights had I slid an exploring hand
into my panties as I pictured him tying me down and having his way
with me--knowing it would never happen in real life. Now, here I
was, cuffed to the bed, naked except for the ruined sweatshirt
hanging from my arms.
    And Danny now crawled up my body, the epitome of
seduction. He stopped with his face just inches from the apex of my
thighs, lifted his face to look me in the eyes. It wasn’t the
earnest, puppy-dog, am-I-doing-this-right face I’d grown so used to
seeing from him. No, his look was one of pure masculine confidence,
dominance. He was in charge, and we both knew it. God, I could have
cum right then if he’d just lowered himself a few inches and
licked.
    He straightened and reached an arm behind his head,
tugging his shirt off in one, fluid motion. Candlelight flickered
over the contours of his chest and stomach, highlighting the
definition. His muscles rippled as he began working at his belt
buckle.
    He slid his zipper down and pulled the flaps of his
jeans back to reveal bare skin and a faint trail of dark hair
disappearing under the denim. Now I strained against my bonds,
trying to get my hands on him, feel him under my fingertips.
    He stilled me with a hand across my stomach,
pressing me back onto the bed, reminding me that he was in control.
He leaned down and nuzzled my neck like a wildcat sniffing for
signs of weakness. He lifted his head just long enough to pierce me
with a look of hunger so strong it was clear he intended to devour
me. Then he was back against my neck, nibbling in the most
delicious way.
    When he nipped and licked his way down my chest,
goose bumps tingled across my skin. He was everywhere, seemed to be
touching my entire body at once--everywhere except the important
parts. He was driving me wild with kisses over my chest, my
stomach, my thighs, his fingertips tracing the trails his lips left
on my body.
    I was writhing, my body shaking with the intensity
of my arousal. It was a damn good thing those bondage straps were
canvas or they’d have worn my wrists and ankles raw by then.
    “Danny, please!” He didn’t stop his ministrations,
but he did start an ascent back across my chest toward my face. He
planted a heady kiss on my mouth, his lips moving over mine as if
he owned me. And right at that moment, he owned every part of me. I
needed him to possess me, to fill me--make me whole.
    “If you don’t fu--” He silenced me with another
brush of his lips against mine, but I was determined to get the
words out. I turned my head to the side and tried again, “Fuck me
now, or I’ll die.”
    His resulting chuckle was a seductive, throaty sound
against my cheek. “I don’t think anyone’s ever died from lack of
sex.”
    “Then I’ll be the first.” And I meant it.
    He must have taken pity on me because he paused his
attentions long enough to slide off the bed and yank his jeans
down. I barely got a chance to enjoy the view, the site of his
erection jutting proudly into the air, already throbbing, but I saw
enough to know that he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended.
    Danny crawled over me, his face inches from my body.
He stopped to breathe shallow