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While she’s busy chasing her orgasm, I quickly wrap the belt around her throat in one smooth motion. Her entire body goes rigid as I secure it with the buckle. It’s not tight enough to restrict her breathing yet.

For one second, nothing happens. Then Kira’s eyes fly wide—hazel gone black with panic—and she throws herself backward off my leg so fast I barely have time to let go of the belt. As soon as she’s on the floor, she scrambles away from me.

“No!” she cries. “No, no, no.”

As I stand up, she backs into the desk hard enough that the edge digs into her ass, and she flinches. I cross the distance between us in one stride and pull her up by her arm.

She tries to twist away, but when I don’t let her, she screams. “Let me go! I mean it, Domenico!”

“Calm down.”

“No! I said let me go. Help! Help!”

She fights with everything she has, which isn’t much with her bound wrists. But she makes up for that with enthusiasm. She tries to headbutt my chest, kick me, even raise her knee as if she means to introduce it to my balls.

“Stop it,” I snap. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Before she can respond, I lift her and carry her back to the chair. As I sit down, I pull her back onto my leg so she’s facing me and her legs are spread wide on either side. Her breath comes in short, terrified bursts, only paused long enough to hurl demands for me to let her go.

“Stop,” I tell her, and when she doesn’t, I pull the long end of the belt, tightening the loop around her neck.

“P-please don’t kill me,” she hiccups as tears fall from her eyes.

“Kill you?” I ask, perplexed. “I’m not going to kill you, Kira.”

Her eyes lock on mine, and she narrows them as though she doesn’t believe me. Though she still relaxes slightly. I wait until her breathing is under control and she’s no longer crying. What the fuck makes her think I’d actually kill her?

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t ask me that,” she snips. “You don’t care. Just tell me what to do.” The bite in her words makes my own temper stir.

What the hell does she mean I don’t care? I just asked, didn’t I? Shaking my head, I let it go for now. I’m not going to stop what we’re doing. I want the six orgasms she owes me.

“Fine,” I growl. “Continue humping my leg.”

She doesn’t.

I tighten the belt a fraction. “Move, Kira.”

Her hips rock once. A small, involuntary motion that she tries to stop, but her body betrays her. She’s still wet. I can feel it on my thigh, the slick heat of her even through the fabric of my pants.

She rocks again. Harder this time. A moan escapes her, ragged and broken, and I watch the contradiction play out across her face—terror in her eyes, desire in the way her hips keep moving, the way her pussy grinds against my leg like it’s starving.

“I want to stop,” she whispers.

I loosen the belt slightly. “Do you?”

Her hips don’t stop, and I can feel the tremble in her thighs, the way her body is chasing something she’s too scared to really want.

“Say blue if you mean it,” I tell her. “Blue means stop, and if you say it, everything stops.”

“Okay.”

“Say it, Kira. I need to know you understand because you’ll be tempted to say stop, and I need to know you know only blue ends what we’re doing.”

She swallows. The belt moves with the motion of her throat. “If I say blue, you’ll stop.”

“Again.”