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As the sun set over the rolling hills of the countryside, Mark wandered down to the old barn, a sense of anticipation burning through him like wildfire. He hadn’t seen her for months, not since the day her father had caught them kissing. But now, as he pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit space, he knew she would be waiting for him.

She was there, just as he had expected, sitting on an old bale of hay, her eyes glowing in the dim light. A smile spread across her face as she saw him, and he felt a rush of desire course through him.

Without a word, he took her in his arms, kissing her deeply as he ran his hands over her body. She gasped against his lips, her own hands reaching up to tug at his hair.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she murmured against his mouth. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. “I need you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His hands found their way under her shirt, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back as he bent to kiss her collarbone.

In an instant, he had lifted her up, settling her back onto the bales of hay. She looked up at him, a fierce determination in her eyes that he found both thrilling and terrifying.

Without a word, she reached for the handcuffs that lay nearby, locking them around his wrists before he could protest. He watched her as she stripped off her own clothes, the silk and lace slipping off her like liquid. He groaned as she straddled his hips, rubbing against him with slow, deliberate movements.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, staring up at her with a hunger that he knew could never be fully satisfied.

She smiled down at him, her fingers trailing over his chest. “Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, without hesitation.

With that, she reached for the crop that lay nearby, running it teasingly over his skin. He gasped as she flicked it sharply against his chest, a wave of pain and pleasure coursing through him.

She continued to play with him like this, pushing him to the brink and then pulling back, until he was a trembling, panting mess beneath her. When she finally allowed him release, it was with a force that left him feeling utterly drained and utterly satisfied.

In the moments that followed, as they lay tangled together on the hay bales, he knew that he would do anything to be with her, no matter the risk. He was bound by desire, and he would never be able to break free.
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