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Nodding, she keeps her eyes locked on mine instead of looking at any of the items I’ve brought over.

The first thing I do is thread a small ring around a long piece of rope, then I tie it around her waist, just above her belly button. The knot is simple and doesn’t look as intimidating as it will be in a fucking minute. Next, I bend her right leg and quickly rig the knots to keep her knee bent. Now her calf and thigh are pressed together, bound by blue cord that’s tight enough to sink into her skin which makes some of her cellulite bulge. It’s fucking stunning. My hands shake when I tie her other leg the same way.

Without a word, I crawl on top of her, pressing a trail of hot kisses up her body until I reach her face. Instead of kissing her lips like I want, I keep crawling until my balls are at her throat. Then I smack her cheek and nose with my dick. “You’re only good for one thing, little toy. And I’m going to play with you until you fucking break.” Grabbing her hands, I truss my girl up with a purple rope and tie her bound hands to the eyehook attached to the center of the bed.

Then I shove the head of my dick between her lips. Her hot velvety tongue swirls around me, and my toes fucking curl. “Greedy little bitch.” I pull out and spit on her cheek. My heart pounds when I see she hasn’t reacted at all. She just stares at me as if enraptured with the fantasies of whatever I’ll do next.

I wipe my spit off with my thumb. Keep your shit together, Ry.

Straddling her torso, I press my weight down on her lower body, reminding her of my size and power. Then I pluck the nipple clamps up and watch her reaction. Tara doesn’t look at them. Her eyes are still deadlocked on mine.

Kneading her tits roughly, I smack the side of one and watch her breasts jiggle before falling towards her armpits. My mouth waters to play with them. I suck one into my mouth, and twirl my tongue around her hard nipple, and place the clamp on the tit I’m not playing with.

Tara’s breath hitches.

Rolling her wet nipple between my fingers, pinching and pulling it, I love how responsive she is. Her skin’s flushed, goosebumps rippling down her arms and legs. “What color are you?”

“Green,” she whimpers as I clamp her other nipple.

They’re attached by a chain, which is going to hook to the collar I’ve also got for her. “Lift your head.” I slide my hand around her neck and slip the collar under her hair, buckling it in place before hooking her nipple clamps to the center of it.

Tara’s cheeks are bright red, and pupils have swallowed her irises.

So, I slap her cheek. It’s not hard enough to hurt, only to shock. “You fucking like this, you filthy little cunt?”

Tara nods.

“You’re a disgusting whore.” I climb off her and lick my lips, stroking my cock. “You’re pathetic. So fucking needy for this dick, you're soaking my sheets.”

Tara only wiggles her ass, giving me a cue that she likes this.

Too bad that’s about to change.

Chapter 38

Tara

I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I don’t know what it says about me that I enjoy being degraded and spit on, but here I am, so needy for it, I have to concentrate on my breathing in order to not hyperventilate with excitement.

Keeping my gaze locked on Ryker, I use him as my focal point.

All my life I’ve had to be the good girl. The daughter who listens. The woman who makes you proud. The one who makes life easy for others. The stepdaughter who stayed obedient and sweet so my mother could reap the rewards. For once, I want to be the opposite. I want to be depraved. Loud. Filthy. Chewed up. Spit on. Fucked hard and wrung out. I don’t want to prove myself anymore. I don’t want to pretend to be something I’m not.

I want to be me.

I stare at Ryker, eager for anything he’ll do next. The intensity of our connection, mixed with the clamps biting my nipples and ropes digging into my legs, is delicious. I can’t move much and that’s thrilling too. It means I’m at his mercy.

“Let’s pin these wings back, Butterfly.”

He grabs something else from the bed and it’s only after the first pinch that I look down to see what he’s doing.

He’s spreading my labia open with metal pincers. There’s a delicate chain draping from each one that he attaches to the rope around my legs.

I’m on display. It’s obscene. Raw. Vulnerable.

I’ve never felt sexier.

“Fuuuck, Tara,” Ryker whispers once he steps back to admire his work. Grabbing his dick, he strokes it and leans down to drag his tongue along my exposed clit. I jump from how sensitive it is. “Don’t fucking move, little slut.”