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    She swung on the rope, her wrists aching, as she slowly spun. He let her twist and writhe for what seemed like forever. Then his big hands caught her at the waist, and roughly turned her.
    “Let’s try again,” he said.
    Dizzy and disoriented, she didn’t even know where he was. “Fuck me,” she quickly gasped. His fingers pressed into her clit. His mouth found her nipple. “No!” she whimpered, as he gnawed the tip of her breast. “Oh gods, no. I can’t!”
    Her body convulsed, making the pulley clatter. His teeth tugged on her nipple before letting go.
    “You can,” he said, breathing hard. “And you will.”
    His lips clamped down on the other nipple, already aching for his attention. His fingers slid into her wet slit, and danced crazily over her pulsing clit.
    “Please! I’m so close,” she pleaded, almost breathless. “Oh gods. Fuck me now! Fuck–”
    His erection speared into her. Without warning and from nowhere, she was suddenly impaled. A strangled groan was wrenched from her throat. He thrust into her, his hard flesh pushing deep inside. The fullness of it, the pressure, was almost unbearable. Without knowing how she knew, she realized he was in front of her. With a grunt, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She heard him chuckle.
    “Oh no,” he said. “You don’t control this.” He began to draw back. “I do.”
    “No,” she gasped. “No. No, don’t.”
    As the pain in her wrists ramped up, she felt herself stretched. His hard shaft was withdrawing. Her legs were pulling lose, and then he was gone. She was vaguely aware of spinning again and swinging. Again he caught her, spun her, and thrust up into her. She groaned loudly this time. And as he held her still, he thrust into her again.
    “Gods, I could watch you like this all day,” he whispered harshly from behind.
    He withdrew so quickly she cried out. This time he spun her hard as he pushed her away. Her head lolled back, too heavy to keep up. Her legs dangled to and fro. Air brushed over her skin as she swung. Where was he?
    “What if I just left you?” he asked, almost as though he were musing to himself. His voice seemed to come from all around. “Left you just like this.” The floor boards creaked.
    Her stomach clenched. “No, Shayne! Please!”
    His arm caught her quickly at the waist. As it tightened, her back collided with his chest.
    “Please what?” he said. His warm breath washed over her neck. “Convince me this time.”
    “Fuck me,” she pleaded, not sure how much more she could take. “Oh gods, please fuck me,” she gasped. “Don’t leave me. Fuck me. Don’t leave me.” It was like a mantra.
    He thrust up into her, and she almost wept with relief. His hips lifted her and the rope went a little slack. The feel of him fully seated inside, their bodies slotted together perfectly, was so right. She groaned and whimpered, her back arching against him.
    “Yes,” he hissed. “That’s so good.” He plunged upward again. “You’re so beautiful, and so mine. I could fuck you all night.”
    Then, as though spurred by his own words, he pumped furiously. Gillian no longer had breath to grunt. As the pulley banged overhead, she was helpless in his hold. His fingers dug into her hips as he bounced her on him. She clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from clattering. Over and over he pounded into her as though intent on spending himself. Hard as iron, his erection spread her and filled her, the jarring and jolting fullness on the edge of pain.
    She heard his breath roughen. He thrust into her more powerfully, more roughly. His fingers found her clit. Already stimulated beyond all thinking, she climaxed immediately in his grasp. The pleasure this time was searing. She screamed and heard herself begging, for it to stop or never stop, she didn’t know. Shayne’s climax exploded within her. He thickened and jerked, as his arms wound around her middle. He pinned her to him, thrusting wildly up into her. He