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She laughs softly, still connected to me, her hands cupping my face with surprising tenderness given what we’ve just done. She leans in, pressing two soft kisses to my lips, and I melt into them, overwhelmed by the contrast of her earlier dominance with this gentle affection.

When she finally lifts herself off me, the loss is acute, and I’m already craving her warmth again. She stands on slightly wobbly legs, cum dripping down her thighs, looking down at me with an expression that’s equal parts satisfaction and adoration.

“You were a very good boy,” she says, her tone playful but sincere.

I can’t help but smirk, oddly proud of the praise despite—or perhaps because of—our role reversal. She kneels in front of me, and my breath catches, mind racing with possibilities of what might come next.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she warns, reading my expression perfectly. I can’t help but chuckle, both frustrated and charmed by how well she knows me.

“What? I didn’t say anything!”

“Your thoughts are loud, and you’re a simple man.” She reaches for the ropes around my ankles, her fingers working the knots with a practiced ease that makes my cock twitch. The way her lips curl into that satisfied smirk while she watches me squirm against the restraints... Christ, it does things to me. A year since that fucked-up Halloween night, and here we are—roles reversed, her in control, me at her mercy. And fuck me if I’m not loving every second of it.

Yes, I’m a simple man. Give me my Vivian and I’m happy.

“Patience, rockstar,” Vivian teases as the first rope falls away. Her auburn curls cascade over her shoulder as she works on the second binding, and I can’t help but flex my newly freed foot, feeling blood rush back into my toes.

“Says the woman who just rode me like she was competing in the Grand National,” I retort, my voice husky from shouting her name minutes earlier.

She pinches my thigh hard enough to make me yelp. “Careful, or I might change my mind about letting you go.”

The second rope loosens, and I wiggle my toes, relishing the tingling sensation of freedom. Vivian rises, those green eyes never leaving mine as she moves toward the small table near the fireplace. The flickering flames cast golden light across her naked body, highlighting every curve, every freckle I’ve spent the past year memorizing with my lips.

“You have the key, right?” I ask, rattling the handcuffs binding my wrists to the back. “Because if we have to call a locksmith again, it’ll be incredibly awkward—”

“That was one time,” she cuts me off, snatching the small silver key from the table. “And it was your fault for losing the spare.”

I watch her return to me, swaying her hips deliberately, knowing exactly what that does to me. My cock, which had begun to soften after my earlier orgasm, is already ready for more. She straddles me again, her warmth hovering inches above where I want her most, her tits against my chest as she reaches for my bound wrists.

“You’re a menace,” I tell her, my eyes locked on the way her breasts move as she stretches to unlock the cuffs.

“Maybe I like to tease you.”

“And maybe I like it when you tease me.” I can’t help but ‌grin as she narrows her eyes at me.

The metal releases with a click, and suddenly my hands are free. I flex my wrists, rolling them in circles as blood returns with a tingling rush. They feel strangely disconnected from my body for a moment, like they belong to someone else.

“Better?” Vivian asks, settling her weight onto my thighs.

I nod, reaching up to cup her face as feeling returns. My thumbs trace the constellation of freckles across her cheeks that I’ve counted a thousand times in the past year. “Much better.”

In one fluid motion, I guide her off me. She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest as I stand from the chair. I pull my sweatshirt over my head, then my T-shirt follows, leaving my torso bare. The tattoos that wrap around my arms seem to undulate in the firelight. I hook my thumbs into my soiled boxers stuck around my knees and slide them completely down, stepping out of them with a confidence I never possessed before her.

Vivian’s eyes roam my body with undisguised hunger, her gaze lingering on my half-hard cock. I wrap my hand around myself, giving a slow stroke as her pupils dilate.

“Want a taste?” I ask, stroking myself again as her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“You know I do,” she responds, her voice thick with desire.

Her response sends heat rushing through me. I continue stroking myself as she turns, to drop the handcuffs in the box on the floor, and my mouth goes dry at the perfect view of her ass. The curve of her spine, the dimples at the base of her back, the roundness of her cheeks—it’s a sight I’ll never tire of.

In two strides, I’m behind her, my arms encircling her waist, pulling her against me. My cock, fully erect again, slides along the cleft of her ass as I rock my hips slowly, deliberately. I lean down, resting my chin on her shoulder, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“I’m going to devour you tonight, you temptress,” I whisper, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin. I press my lips to her cheek, then bite her earlobe gently, tugging it between my teeth.

Her breath catches as I spin her around to face me. My hands drop to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. I walk her backward, my eyes never leaving hers, until her back meets the cabin’s door with a soft thud.

“I’m gonna devour you,” I growl, my voice dropping to that register which drives her wild; the one I use during my band’s most intense songs and, oh well, during sex, too. But no one has to know. Especially how feral Vivian makes me.