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War of Hearts

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I wriggled in Marco’s hold, and he nipped at my earlobe.

“Be still, little captive. Joseph wants to play with his pretty prisoner.”

I watched as Joseph’s cock stiffened at Marco’s dark words, the hard ridge pressing against his jeans.

I knew I wasn’t their prisoner. Not really. They might have kidnapped me and kept me on Marco’s estate, but they were protecting me. Rather than frightening me, Marco was getting me hot. I liked knowing that I was powerless against them. They could do anything they wanted to me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop them. What made my head spin with lust was the knowledge that they’d never hurt me, and everything they’d do to me would bring me pleasure.

Joseph unzipped his bag and reached in to retrieve a long strip of black cloth. I watched with rapt fascination as he wrapped it around his fist and lifted the soft material to my face, rubbing it against my cheek.

“Joseph’s going to blindfold you,” Marco murmured in my ear. “He wants you to focus on the feel of his ropes caressing your body for the first time. Don’t worry about not being able to see, princess. I’ll draw it for you later so you can see how pretty you look.”

The warmth of his words fanned across my neck, and I shivered despite the heat. I stared up at Joseph, falling into his glowing aquamarine eyes. I’d never seen him look so… powerful. Self-assured. At peace.

I wanted to keep drinking him in, but he pressed the cloth over my eyes and knotted it at the back of my head. Darkness closed over me, and my skin pebbled as all my nerve endings crackled with awareness. For several long seconds, no one moved or spoke. I could still feel the heat of Marco’s body against mine, could hear him breathing near my ear. I couldn’t sense Joseph physically, but I could feel his power rolling over me. I felt small and deliciously vulnerable in his shadow.

A soft moan left my lips as desire overwhelmed me. Marco chuckled and kissed my neck. I tilted my head to the side, welcoming more.

“I knew she’d be like this,” he said to Joseph, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “You haven’t even touched her yet, and I can feel her getting wet against my jeans.”

I should have been mortified that my slick arousal was getting his pants damp, but he sounded so pleased with me that I couldn’t be embarrassed.

I heard a shuffling sound, and I realized Joseph must have been retrieving something else from his bag. He touched something different to my cheek, a rougher material. The earthy scent of hemp surrounded me, and I sucked in a small gasp.

Rope.

Joseph really was going to tie me up. Before seeing Marco’s drawings, I’d thought kinky couples might tie each other up. Something simple, like binding their wrists to the bedposts.

What I’d seen in Marco’s sketches was far more intricate. The way the rope had bound me in his drawing had shaped and stretched my body, as though I were Joseph’s work of art.

My pulse raced, and I could hear my heartbeat drumming in my ears. My mouth watered, and a small tremor raced across my skin.

Marco hummed against my neck, the sound vibrating through my flesh. “I do love when you tremble, babygirl.”

Joseph wasn’t the only one who was hard. I could feel Marco’s erection press

ing into my ass. My pussy wept for him, aching for him to thrust into me and fill me like he had in the garden.

But I wanted Joseph, too. I wanted to feel his ropes around me.

The rough fibers shifted from my face. He trailed the rope over the top of my breast, and my nipples pebbled to hard peaks. I arched my back, straining toward the stimulation. When the rope brushed over my tight bud, I jerked and moaned at the hit of pleasure.

“You’re perfect, angel,” Joseph said, his voice deep with satisfaction. “You’re going to love being in my ropes.”

I wiggled against Marco, trying to rub my breasts against the rope again. He growled when I rubbed my ass against his erection.

“Go on, Joseph,” he urged roughly. “Restrain our naughty little captive. If she keeps grinding on me like this, I’m going to come.”

“Punish her if she’s being naughty,” Joseph said, his offhand tone implying it was a suggestion rather than a command. Marco seemed to be the one who issued orders, but Joseph was still thoroughly in control over me.

Marco kept my arms trapped behind my back with one hand. A harsh sting bloomed on my inner thigh when he slapped me with the other. I squealed and twisted against his hold, and he spanked me again.

“Be still,” he growled in my ear.

When I didn’t comply right away, his next slap landed directly on my spread pussy. Pleasure and pain lit up my system, my labia stinging even as the brief stimulation to my clit made me gasp in need.

I stopped moving against him, practically vibrating with the effort of holding myself still.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled my cheek. “Don’t tease Daddy.”



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