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harness her to his own will.
    He bound the rope around her body, first around the narrowest part of her waist, knotting it at her navel. Then he brought one end up, between her breasts and across, to loop over her shoulder and down her slender back, down to her waist. He repeated the motion with the other end of the rope, tying it tight so the ridges dug into her soft, delicate skin. The result was that the rope tightened around each breast individually, squeezing them toward him. Her nipples were rock-hard, crinkled peaks, and he longed to touch them, graze his palm across the hardened nubs. But he did not.
    “It’s not hurting you?” he asked.
    Her lips were slack, her breathing shallow, but she shook her head. “It’s fine.”
    He’d finally managed to affect her, he could tell.
    Eric stepped back and lifted his camera, moving around her to snap shots of her bound breasts, stomach, and shoulders. Already, he could see the red marks of the rope and the thought of removing the rope to photograph those marks made him dizzy with anticipation.
    But he wasn’t finished yet. He picked up another length. “Can you handle more?” he asked.
    “Yes. Oh, yes.”
    Gently, he reached down and nudged her naked thighs apart. Again, he started with a loop around her waist, knotted, instead, at the base of her spine. This time he headed downward, pulling the rope between her thighs so it pressed between the crack of her bottom. He looped it back over the length of rope at her navel and pulled tight, the coarse rope pressing between the delicate lips of her pussy, right against her clitoris.
    Anya gasped and then exhaled a small, shuddery breath.
    “Is this okay?” he asked her again, not wanting to hurt her, but still wanting to take their art to the edge.
    She nodded frantically.
    Eric continued to wrap the rope around her body, framing her buttocks, encasing her thighs.
    “Lie back,” he instructed. “Spread your legs.”
    She did as she was told.
    Such perfect contrast, the coarse material against the delicate lips of her pussy. The contact against her clit sending the blood rushing to her most sensitive area. The inner lips almost purple with stimulation. He took a number of shots.
    “Turn over.”
    She rolled onto her stomach.
    “Lift your ass in the air.”
    Every movement would be creating more friction against her clit. He saw her arousal in the wetness on her pussy lips when she lifted her ass for him, heard it in the moan she tried to stifle against the wooden floor. The rope hid the perfect star of her anus and, for that he experienced a momentary dip of disappointment, though it didn’t last long. He knew what his next project would be—to capture her sweet little ass. Perhaps she would even allow him to penetrate her with something? He had a slim, silver butt plug that would look stunning as it slipped into that tight little hole, the light glinting off the metal.
    Oh, fuck. The idea caused more blood to rush to his cock, his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. Or perhaps his cock would look better in her ass, swelling the spot at her lower back as he held himself deep.
    He had to stop now.
    “Okay,” he forced himself to say. “I think we’ve done enough for today. You did beautifully.”
    She turned her head to look at him. “You’re not going to leave me like this?”
    How did she mean, still tied up or ultimately unsatisfied?
    “No, of course not.”
    He got to his knees beside her, carefully undoing the knots around her middle. With tenderness, he unraveled the rope, revealing the red marks he knew would be imprinted into her skin. The rope fell in a pile beside her and she rolled her shoulders, about to move.
    “Wait, just one minute.” He held a hand out, stilling her. “I can’t miss this.”
    Eric grabbed his camera again, taking shots of the imprints on her skin, her shoulders, hips, and thighs.
    She turned her face to him, her eyes locking with his. “Are we done?”
    “Yes.”
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