Pleasure Bound

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“Marie,” Ty called as he pushed open the door.

He froze at the sight of Marie, totally naked and spread-eagled on the bed. His cock lurched to attention as he took in her bare breasts, her long slender legs, and a large round purple bow, about six inches in diameter, strategically placed on her pelvis, attached to a piece of notepaper jutting below.

Then he realized she was gagged and bound.

“Oh my God, Marie, are you all right?”

There were no sheets or blankets in sight to cover her, so he tugged off his T-shirt as he raced toward the bed ready to free her. Then he slowed down. What if he had just walked in on the middle of a kinky sex session with her and Zeke? He might walk in any second.

“Am I … intruding? Is Zeke here?”

He did not want to run into Zeke.

A memory of Ashley, bound and gagged, both he and Zeke pumping into her, flashed through his mind, followed by a surge of anger. At Zeke. At Ashley. At himself. God damn it, if Zeke walked in here right now, Ty would probably pound him one.

Marie shook her head, her gaze locked on his naked chest with hunger in her eyes. He continued to the bed and laid his T-shirt across her breasts. Her beautiful round, ripe breasts, the nipples puckered into hard tips. He sat down beside her and reached around behind her hair to remove the gag, but she shook her head and nodded downward. Toward the note.

He reached for the note, then realized he’d better leave it where it was. He shifted down the bed and gazed at the computer script.

Ty,

I am hot and wet and ready for you.

I want you to touch me. Everywhere.

I am your love slave.

Take me!

His insides quivered as his cock twitched. His gaze flicked to Marie’s. Her cheeks had stained crimson, but as he gazed at her, her sky blue eyes darkened. He reached behind her head and unfastened the gag, despite her protesting sounds. He drew it from her mouth and noticed it was a cockhead gag, which sent his tortured cock into another bout of twitching.

He wanted to ask her if Zeke had talked her into this, but if she answered yes, he wouldn’t be able to go through with it and, right now, he could think of nothing else but running his hands all over her delightful naked body.

“Marie, did you write this note?”

“Every word is true.”

So Zeke wrote it, but she was going along with it. Was this a lark for her? Sexual experimentation? Or had Zeke played the role of her Master and ordered her to do this? Could it be that Marie was a natural sub who couldn’t say no to her Master?

The thought that Zeke had orchestrated this made Ty angry, but his cock still throbbed with need. Damn it, he had to walk away. He couldn’t let himself be pulled into this, no matter how much he wanted to touch her. To make sweet passionate love to her. He could not let Zeke use Marie to make up for the past. It wasn’t fair to Marie, and … he sucked in a breath as he tried to ignore the almost overwhelming urge to push aside all reason and simply give in to his intense desire for her … Damn it, he just couldn’t let Zeke control her this way. If Ty was going to be with Marie, it would be her choice, not Zeke’s.

“Ty, I’m very attracted to you.”

“Marie, are you saying this because you’re following Zeke’s orders in a Domination role-playing scenario?”

“No,” she murmured.

His gaze locked on the tip of her tongue as it glided over her full lips, leaving them glistening.

“I want you,” she said, “and I think the feeling is mutual.”

Her words set his head spinning. His gaze locked with hers. Knowing she was attracted to him, too, sent hunger raging through him. This put a whole new light on things. She wanted him.

He stroked her long brown hair behind her ears, loving the feel of her silky skin under his fingertips.

“You have no idea how much.”