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herself from the pleasure he had forced on her body. He laid down behind her and gently spooned. After a few minutes, his arm wound around her middle and his mouth found her ear.
    “I’m not done,” he whispered. He pressed his erection against her rear. “Do you know what that means?”
    She’d barely got her breath back, her body covered in sweat. Whether it was the chill air or the edge in his voice, Gillian didn’t know, but she shivered.
    “I see you do,” he said, his fingers tracing a line down her belly. He spread his hand flat across her mound. “Are you ready?”  
    Gillian started to nod, but Shayne got up and left.
    Behind her somewhere she heard him moving around on the creaking boards, then there were bumps as well. By the time she managed to roll to her back, he was picking her up.
    “You’ll need to stand,” he said, carrying her past the ladder.
    As he set her lightly down facing the top rung, she imagined being bent over it and caned. Her face flushed hot.
    “Are you going to–”
    He followed her gaze over his shoulder to the top rung.
    “No,” he said, gathering her hands in front of her. “You’d expect that.”
    When she looked down, he was tying her wrists together, over the gloves. With a start, she realized it was the coiled rope, but it wasn’t falling to the floor. She followed the line of it up behind Shayne. It was strung over a pulley at the roof.
    “Oh gods,” she whispered.
    He backed away from her, and she could see that his erection was huge, with a condom already sheathing it. She gaped at it, squirming, her legs instinctively coming together.
    “Oh no,” he said, lowly. “Not like that.”
    Slowly, he pulled down on the rope. As her hands rose in front of her, there was a flutter in her still warm belly. He backed away from her now, pulling the rope as he went. Her hands were above her head. She could feel her arms begin to go taut. The stitches in her shoulder tugged. As she watched, the muscles of his arms and chest bunched, and she felt the bite of the rope in her wrists, knowing it’d be so much worse without the gloves. She went up on her toes, stretching as high as she could.  
    Shayne paused, his heated glare burning her skin. “Are you ready?” he said, his voice husky.
    Not able to trust her voice, all she could do was nod.
    Then she was off her feet. The pain in her wrists ratcheted up a notch. The stretch in her arms and ribs was incredible. Suddenly Shayne was there.
    Even though she was dangling, their faces were level.  
    “You don’t even know how beautiful you are,” he murmured. He gently squeezed her breasts. “You don’t even know how much I need you.” His touch made her rouse again, and her feet kicked a little. “Though I can see what it is you need.” He spun her to face away, and his fingers found her clit. “Shall I torture this again?”
    Despite how sensitive she was, her hips tried to rise to his hand.
    “No,” he said, his voice velvety smooth. He spun her back. “That would be too easy.”
    She had never been so vulnerable. But there was no one she trusted, or wanted, more than Shayne.
    “Oh gods please,” she whimpered, barely getting it out. “Fuck me.”
    He spun her again, quickly, taking her breath away. From behind, he cupped both her breasts. He plucked her nipples, before running his hands down her ribs, into the hollow of her tummy, and down to the apex of her thighs. Wet warmth flooded there at his touch.
    “What did you say?” he whispered in her ear.
    “Fuck me,” she rasped, already breathing hard, the pain in her wrists getting worse.
    His hands spread her legs, and the tip of his cock ran sleekly along her slit. “What was that?” he asked.
    “Oh gods,” she moaned, wriggling uselessly. “Fuck me.”
    The glassy bulb of his erection spread her slick folds. “You’ll have to do better than that.”
    “Please,” she implored. “ Fuck me .”
    “No,” he said sharply and pushed her