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She gagged, her throat tightening as her body jolted against the ropes. Bound as she was, she couldn’t shift back. Couldn’t retreat. Her arms flexed above her, muscles straining, but there was nowhere to go.

She had to take it.

Her eyes watered. Her whole body quivered in the air, mouth stretched wide, spit pooling at the corners of her lips as she sucked again, throat still fluttering around me from the gag.

“Jesus,” I groaned, holding the rope tighter. “You’re so fuckin’ good like this.”

She gagged again—this time from a slow thrust of my hips, barely there—but it rocked her in the rig, made the whole suspension sway slightly, and she whimpered.

The power. The trust. The way she looked like a wet, flushed, bound angel choking on my cock⁠—

I was never gonna forget it.

I pulled back, sliding gently out of her mouth with a wet pop, fingers still cradling the back of her head.

“Breathe,” I murmured.

She nodded, blinking up at me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Her body hung slack in the harness now, trembling slightly, spit and sweat catching in the rope at her chest.

She exhaled and slowly—arms straining—she released the tension in her wrists and shifted her weight, letting her legs stretch down, feet lowering until she was grounded again.

The rig creaked above her as she came to a shaky stand.

I stepped closer, hands on her waist just in case.

“You okay?”

She looked up at me, eyes glassy and completely gone. She grinned.

“I’m more than okay,” she whispered, still panting. “I’m so fucking turned on I can’t even think straight.”

I couldn’t help it—I let out a low laugh, resting my forehead against hers for a second.

“Who knew my boss was such a possessive man who was an expert in rope tying?” She smirked. “Shit, Dalton—if I’d known this was under all that flannel, I would’ve broken that professional boundary a long damn time ago.”

I let out a slow groan, my hands tightening at her hips. “Keep talkin’ like that, and I’ll give you exactly what you’re beggin’ for.”

Her eyes darkened instantly. “Promise?”

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“Flip onto your back. I want you suspended, legs open, like you’re sittin’ in a swing.”

I loosened the rig, allowing her to manipulate her hands.

It took a little maneuvering—her trembling, me steadying the rig—but we got her there. Her back was suspended by the harness I’d wrapped around her earlier, ropes pressing beneath her ass and across her shoulder blades. Her arms still bound above, ankles cinched high and wide.

She looked like she was floating on an invisible sacrificial altar—offered up, thighs spread, cunt dripping.

Fuck.

I lined myself up, one hand on my cock, the other gripping her thigh. I dragged the tip through her slick folds, coating myself in her, teasing her entrance.

Her head dropped back, body arching, trembling in the ropes.

One hard thrust and I was inside. Her whole body jerked in the rig. The swing bounced slightly, the ropes creaking above us.