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the neighborhood kids played cowboys and Indians, she always made sure she was an Indian.
    She sure as hell was an Indian, now. She almost giggled at the thought, but the ropes pulled tighter, and her breath caught in her throat.
    “You all right?” he whispered, lips brushing her ear.
    “A little tighter. Please.”
    The ropes grew taut again, pulling wrists and ankles tight against the mattress.
    The blindfold—cool, slick satin—blocked out everything but the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on her body.
    Paul’s gentle fingertips traced from cheek to throat to the first curve of her breasts, lightly brushing her hard little nipples.
    She moaned and arched her back. Wanting his fingers to linger, but knowing that the teasing had just begun. He knew her so well, the location of every nerve ending wired directly to her cunt.
    She was already wet, but when his lips followed the trail left by his fingertips, her cunt flooded with moisture.
    “My sweet, sweet little pet,” he whispered. “All mine for the taking.”
    She felt something new now, not flesh, but something sharp and prickling, run across her skin. For a moment, she was confused, even a little frightened. Then she nearly laughed.
    It was the rose he had brought her. He said he’d had to look in three florist shops to find one that still had its long, sharp thorns.
    He ran the stem up and down her body, lightly in some spots, and harder in others. How much of her young life had she already wasted, not knowing that flesh was capable of so many sensations?
    He switched from the stem to the bud itself. Such softness, tickling over her breasts, her stomach. He slapped her breasts lightly with the rose petals.
    “Maybe I should turn you over. Spank you with this rose. Would you like that?”
    She nodded, smiling widely.
    Instead, his tongue flicked against one nipple, then the other, then back again. When his teeth nipped ever so gently, she felt her clit swell and harden into an ache.
    She was panting now, wanting to writhe but unable to twitch even a single muscle. Being tied down like this, it was heaven and hell together. Being eagle-spread, arms and legs stretched taut, seemed to take all the growing tension in her body and drive it mercilessly down between her legs. Focusing it all into a tiny, shining bullet of need.
    His fingers dipped between her thighs, rubbing her pussy lips, then spreading them wide.
    Oh, God! His tongue slid across her clit and the dizzying rush of wanting arched her back again, this time violently enough to make the ropes cut into her wrists.
    “Not yet, pet,” he whispered again, this time with a hint of glee. “I don’t think you really want it yet.”
    “I do, I do,” she insisted hoarsely. “Please . . .”
    His tongue moved down to the place on her hip where the skin was still tender.
    “Does it still hurt, precious?” he cooed. “Your pretty little tattoo?”
    “Yes, sir,” she breathed. “Thank you, sir.”
    She had wanted to have his initials branded into her, but Paul had convinced her that branding was something she had yet to earn.
    Instead, he had taken her to Ace’s Ink and held her hand as the emblem, small and perfect in simple black, was pricked into the meat of her left hip.
    “It’s beautiful. You are beautiful. Let me kiss it better.”
    His lips pressed against the sore spot as his hands caressed her thighs.
    Then she felt the bed bounce, and his tongue was moving between her toes. This time she jerked, only to have the ropes hold her fast. Helpless. Vulnerable.
    “Oh, oh—that tickles! Please, no—”
    The giggles left her panting, breathless.
    But no was not a safeword. No was not stop. Red was stop. And she was nowhere near red .
    Her squirming only made the ropes tighter. Her cunt wetter. Her need spiked like a flame in gasoline.
    “Please . . .” She was begging now. “Please, sir . . .”
    “I know, I know. You want to cum, don’t you? Naughty little girl.”
    His