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But she had a lot to learn. He had a lot to teach her. And it wasn't going to be possible if he couldn't keep control of himself. The need to give her everything that she asked for had nearly been too much. Alex knew he needed to discipline himself before he disciplined Leslie.

He splashed water on his face, then looked at himself in the mirror, shocked at how savage he looked.

Get yourself under control.

He’d hated leaving her in the bedroom but he’d needed a minute away from her. He needed to pull himself together so he when he started with her, he did it with intention and calculation and not on impulse or selfishness.

He took several deep breaths and continued breathing until he felt himself calm. Then he went in search for what he was looking for. By the time he found what he wanted, ten minutes had passed since he’d left Leslie.. He walked back to the bedroom and opened the door.

Only to see Leslie masturbating.

It was clear that she hadn't heard him enter. She had her knees bent, her heels dug into the crumpled sheets, and her hand inside her shorts. Her pants came quick as she pinched at a nipple. She bit her lip as her head arched back.

Leslie's feverish need aroused Alex. He grew instantly hard but he ignored the pressure of his erection. He knew it would be like this all night. He might as well get used to it.

“You’re cheating,” he finally said.

Leslie jerked and gasped, pausing with her hand still between her legs. Her pupils were the size of saucers as she looked at him. She was silent as Alex wrapped his fingers around her wrist and guided her slick hand away from her pussy. Alex didn't fail to notice the quick rise of her chest when he lifted the rope he'd brought in with him and set it on the bed next to her.

There was a heavy tension in the air as he stripped Leslie’s clothes off her. He took his time admiring her beauty, barely holding himself back from touching her. Then he picked up the rope.

Leslie watched him calmly tie her up. She didn't fight him at all. She provided no push back. If anything, she tried to help him as he turned her onto her side and snaked the rope between her wrists behind her back. He felt it in how pliable and eager her body was for his every touch.

When he was done, Alex stepped back and admired her work. He saw the eagerness and lustful triumph in her eyes that he was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

And he was going to give her what she wanted.

Just not in the way she probably expected.

With one knee in the bed, he bent over her and kissed her. Softly then more deeply. He kissed her until they were both breathing hard. Until their tongues tangled so fluidly that they seemed to dance to the music made by their pounding hearts and harsh breaths.

Then he gently eased back, sprinkling her mouth and face and throat with kisses.

Finally, he straightened and stood over her.

She looked drugged and dreamy, a smile on her face, clearly waiting for his next touch.

But instead of touching her, Alex unwrapped his watch from his wrist and fiddled with it. Then he set it down on the nightstand.

“We’ll start with ten minutes, baby. I’ll be right outside the door. You’re safe.”

He registered her confusion immediately.

“Alex—”

He turned and walked out the door, shutting it softly behind him.

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By the time Alex’s alarm started beeping, Leslie was covered in a slick sheen of sweat.

He’d set his timer for ten minutes, and those ten minutes had felt like an eternity, each second more horrible than the one before it as the arousal he’d worked up inside her pulsed and pulsed, giving no sign of letting up. The only way she'd made it through was debating how she would react to him when he did come back. Whether she would give him the silent treatment and avoid his gaze. Or whether she would flash daggers through her eyes and tear at his skin once she was free.

She hadn't yet decided when he sat next to her on the bed, studying her in the light of the lamp on the nightstand. Then he picked up his watch and fiddled with it again. She was afraid he was going to leave her again, but then he said, "I'm going to untie you, alright?"

Relief.

“Okay,” she said, her words breathless. Apparently, ignoring him or scratching him were not on the agenda. Now that he said he was going to untie her, she suddenly couldn’t wait to see what experience came next.