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wrist.
    “Take off your jeans.”
    Obediently, she dropped them to the floor, shivering, but not daring to argue with him.
    He walked behind her and pushed up the back of her T-shirt. She gasped. He unfastened the hooks of her bra, then walked in front of her again. She stared at him nervously.
    “You don’t want to sleep in that thing, do you? Take it off.”
    She didn’t want to pull off the T-shirt, then remove the bra because it was clear he wasn’t going to look away, so she wrestled her way out of the first strap by pulling it out the sleeve, then pulling her arm into the sleeve enough to pull the strap over her hand. She freed the second strap, though it was a little harder with the handcuffs dangling from her wrist, then she reached under the shirt and pulled out the bra. Her nipples pushed against the fabric and his gaze flickered to them.
    “Lie down,” he commanded.
    She sat down on the bed, watching him warily. He clamped his big hand around her uncuffed arm and pulled it over her head, then he grabbed the empty cuff attached to her other wrist and pulled it around a post on the headboard. The cold steel clamped around her second wrist.
    He walked to the dresser and shoved the key in the top drawer.
    “I tried to be nice before. Immobilize just one of your arms. But if I can’t trust you not to run off in the middle of the night, I’ll have to be more cautious. And less generous.”
    He dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, then shed his shirt. His big cock was still swollen, barely contained in his snug boxers.
    “Fuck, do you know how hard it is sleeping beside you and not doing anything about it? And you look so fucking sexy lying like that?”
    With her arms pulled over her head, her breasts were thrust upward, and with his intense gaze on them, her nipples peaked, pushing against the fabric.
    He sank onto the chair facing the bed and pulled his cock free, then wrapped his hand around the considerable length. He began to stroke, watching her, his eyes intense. She couldn’t help staring at the massive shaft as his hand glided up and down, stimulating it. God, if she weren’t his prisoner, she would love to get up and kneel down in front of him, then wrap her hand around it and stroke, just like he was doing now. She’d love to capture that huge cockhead in her mouth and suck. Feel the hard flesh fill her mouth.
    Damn, what was wrong with her? Her insides quivered. Oh, God, if he unfastened her cuffs right now and commanded her to sink to her knees in front of him and suck him to climax, then swallow every drop, she would do it. She
wanted
to do it.
    And that’s why she hated herself right now.
    She watched transfixed as he picked up his rhythm, pumping himself harder and faster. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing and the sound of skin moving roughly over skin. She felt her own breathing accelerate in time with his bobbing fist. Then he groaned and, as she watched, a stream of white erupted from his cock, then spill down over his hand, which still jerked up and down. Her insides tightened at the thought of what it would feel like if his cock had been deep inside her when he’d come.
    He grabbed a tissue and wiped himself up, then disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned a few moments later, he turned out the light, then climbed into bed behind her.
    “Fuck, roll over.”
    She started to roll toward him.
    “No, the other way. I’m not going to be tortured all night by the sight of those pert breasts of yours pointing at the ceiling.”
    He moved close and his arm came around her waist, then he drew her tight to his body.
    “With your hands cuffed like that, you’re bound to roll onto your back again when you fall asleep. I don’t want that to happen.”
    His arm tightened around her waist and with her arms pulled over her head, she wouldn’t be able to stop him from brushing his hands over her breasts if he wanted to. His big fingers were only inches