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Blinking, I look at the red numbers glaring at me from the bedside table, 2:47 a.m. I’ve only slept for a little over two hours? No wonder I feel exhausted.

Still blurry-eyed, I push up onto my elbows and knees, or at least I try to. My forearms are barely near my head when something tugs on my wrists, andlarge hands settle on my hips, pushing them back down.

My heart stops. It wasn’t a dream. Someone’s in the room with me!

Everything comes into focus all at once, the way my arms have been laid out above my head, the ribbon is soft but restrictive as it wraps around my wrists. My inner thighs are coated in my arousal.

My scream rips through the air, but it’s swallowed by the music. No one outside of this room can hear me. My body shakes, fear and arousal warring when a mouth lowers to my overheated pussy. Big hands spread my legs farther apart until he settles between them. His grip lowers so he can bend my knee, and my back arches, giving him better access.

My body has a mind of its own.

The man behind me does not let up until I’m crying and on the edge. His tongue alternates in its attacks, swirling my nub, then shooting down to stab inside of me as far and deep as he can go. I don’t even know who is eating me out, but he’s acting like his life depends on it, like his next breath hedges on me coming.

He won’t have to wait long.

My mind forgets that this is wrong. My body responds like it wants him more than it wants air. My breath jams in my throat as I climb higher and higher.

This can’t be happening. I can’t let this happen . . . Can I?

I’m on the edge of doing more than just coming.Swallowing a plea for more, I press my lips together tightly.

Reaching my arms above my head, I feel for the bars of the headboard where the ribbon is tied. My fingers clutch it tightly, giving me leverage to pull myself up the bed and away from him.

Something he doesn’t appreciate. His hands are much harsher this time when he pulls me back down the bed, a solid force as it strikes my bare ass.

A warning.

My face heats as the spank makes my pussy spasm. I’ve never had this reaction with a boyfriend before, not even when we have tried things a bit rougher.

I moan, my hips lifting. His hand strikes me again, his palm hitting the same spot over and over. Harder and harder until I lie there whimpering.

Another warning . . . I’m not supposed to enjoy my punishment.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffle.

Something wet and soothing rolls over the heated skin of my ass . . . his tongue.

And I’m moaning again. I need to see him.

“Please,” I beg.

The bed shifts beneath me as he crawls up the mattress. His hand is rough, his grip harsh in my hair as he shoves my face into my pillow.

Hot air pants along my cheek, making my body shiver. I’ve never been this close to an orgasm without sex before.

His hips push into mine, and his cock, thick and hard, grinds against my sore ass cheek. He pulls his hips back, settling between my legs.

This is it. I’m about to let a stranger fuck me in the darkness of my bedroom. A man I’ve never met before. A man who just gave me the best oral of my life. A man who I wouldn’t recognize on the street.

Scream for help. But even as the thought occurs, I brush it off quickly because I don’t want to. I want him.

His clothes brush my ass and the back of my thighs . . . he’s fully dressed.

Reaching between us, he grips his cock, nudging my entrance.

“Please,” I beg again, wanting to see the face of the man about to fuck me.

His chuckle sends shivers down my spine. The hand between his legs moves, and I hear shuffling near my face, like he moved something.

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