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downtheoutsideofmyachingcleft.Thecombinationhasmeachingso badlyitalmosthurts.Iarchup,wantingtofeelhim,desperateforhis touch.
    “Prolonginganorgasm,makesitsomuchmoreintense.Iknowyou wantmetolickyou,orputmyfingersdeepinsideyourgreedylittlecunt, butthatwilltakeyourbodydownfromthishigh.Iwantyousowoundup thatwhenIfinallytouchyou,withmymouth,fingersorcock,you’ll eruptbeneathme.”
    Hiswordsbeingpurredintomyear,withthecombinationofthe ticklerandhishotbreathagainstmyear,hasmybodysparkingtolife.He takestheticklerfrommycleftandslidesitupmybodyagain,while pressinghislipslightlytomine,notopeningthemformetoaccess,but justenoughtotease.Whenhepullsaway,I’msquirmingwith desperation.Iwanttofeelhim.Ineedtofeelhim.Whenheslideshis fingersupmyarmsandclutchesmyhands,Iknowwhathe’sgoingtodo.
    It’sokSierra,it’sMarcus,youcantrusthim.
    Heputsmyhandsinthesoftcuffsandclipsthemtotheheadboardof hisbed.IfeelmyheartpoundingandIfocusonmybreathing.It’sjust Marcus.Youcandothis.Youhavetodothis.It’sok.Whenhegripsmy ankles,myheartbeginspoundingsoharditactuallyhurts.Hestops,andI hearhimmurmur,“Breathesweetheart.”ButIcan’tfinditinmyselfto answer,howcanI?I’msodamnedfrightened.I’mtoobusytalking myselfdown.IletoutthebreathIwasholding,andsuckinanother raggedone.
    Thefeelingofmylegsandarmsbeingbound,hasmybody beginningtopanic.Marcusisbeingsogentle,he’sbeingsokind,he’snot doinganythingtoscareme,butmybodyhasotherideas.Ifeelsweat breakoutonmyforeheadandmyheartcontinuespoundingsoloudlyI canhearitinmyhead.Ican’tthink,Ican’tseemtocalmmyselfdown.
    BeforeIknowwhat’shappening,I’mtrashingintheropesandrasping out‘purple,purple,purple’,butI’mfairlysureit’snotunderstandable.I can’tunderstandwheremythoughtsaregoing,letalonehowmywords aresoundingtoMarcus.
    Marcusmoveslikewildfire,hehasmyarmsandlegsfreein minutes.Tearsthunderdownmycheeksandmybodyshakessoviolently myteethchattertogetherasMarcuspullsmeintohisarms.Hetucksme intohislap,wrappinghisarmsaroundmeandpressingmyheadintohis chest.Ittakesmeagoodfewminutestohearwhathe’ssayingtome, becauseallIcanhearismyheartthumpinginmyheadandthesoundof myownrapidthoughts.I’mtryingdesperatelytocalmmyselfdown,but evenmythoughtssoundjumbledtome.
    “Shhhh,sweetheart,it’sok.You’resafe.I’vegotyou.You’reok.
    Shhh.”
    Imakealoud,hiccuppingsoundandgriphischest,needingtofeel him.Hestrokesmyhair,whisperingsoothingwordsintomyearasI comedownfrommypanicattack.Whenmybreathinghasevenedoutand I’mnotpantinganymore,ItiltmyheadupandstareatMarcusthrough blurredvision.Heswipestheleftovertearsfrommycheeksandgives mealooksoloving,itbreaksmyheart.Helookslikehe’scommita crime,likehe’shurtsomeoneheloves.It’snothisfault.Iaskedthisof him,yetIcanseehe’sblaminghimself.
    “I’msorry,Sierra,youweren’tready.”
    “Itwasmyidea,”Icroak.
    “Ishouldhaveknowntyingyouonthefirstattemptwasastupid idea.Iknowbetter.”
    “It’sok,”Iwhisper,myvoicehoarse.
    “I’msorry,sweetheart.”
    “Idon’tknowwhathappened,Ijustcouldn’tcalmmyself.”
    “It’sok,it’snotyourfault.Wewillworkonthatslowly,we’lltie onehandatatime,lettingyoukeepyourcontrol,untilyou’refullyready totrustme.”
    “Idotrustyou,”Isay,inawobblyvoice.
    “Iknowyoudo,butittakesmorethantrustforsomethinglikethat.”
    “MaybeI’mjustnotthegirlforyou,Marcus,whatifInevergetover it?”
    Heholdsmetight.“Thenyounevergetoverit,that’snotwhyI’m withyou,Sierra.”
    “Ifyoucanneverbeadominantagain,itwillbotheryou.”
    It’snotaquestion,it’sastatement.
    “Beingadominantgoesfarfurtherthanjustthebedroom.Ipractice mydominancedayin,dayout.IwantyoufarmorethanIwantsome kinkysex.”
    Ichucklesoftly.“Really?”
    “Really,really.”
    “You’rehard,”Iwhisper,feelinghiserectcockpressingintomy backside.
    Hechucklesandmoveshishipsagainstmybottom.He’ssorigid,I knowitmusthurt.Ican’tblamehimforbeinghard,itwasapretty intensemomentuntilIhadmymentalbreakdown.
    “OfcourseIam,I’mholdingabeautifulwomaninmylapandshe