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As soon as Samuel entered the room, he knew he was in trouble. His heart pounded in his chest at the sight of her, the woman he had been lusting after for months.

Leila stood before him, clad head to toe in black leather. The tightness of the material accentuated every curve of her body, and he couldn’t help but watch as she moved closer to him.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Samuel,” she purred, her sultry voice sending shivers down his spine. “And now you have to pay the price.”

He knew what that meant. He had been begging for this, craving it, but now that the moment had arrived, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear.

Leila wasn’t the sort of woman who took no for an answer. She knew what she wanted, and she at all times got it. And now that she had him in her grasp, she wasn’t about to let him go.

She walked around him slowly, her eyes taking in every inch of his body. He was naked, vulnerable, and completely at her mercy.

She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a length of rope, her movements fluid and graceful. “Put your hands behind your back,” she commanded.

He did as he was told, feeling the rope wrap around his wrists, tight but not too tight. He was bound, and he knew it.

“Good,” she said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Now, let’s see what you’re made of.”

She walked over to him, her hand tracing the length of his body. He gasped at her touch, feeling a familiar ache at the base of his spine.

She pressed her body against his, and he could feel the heat of her skin through the leather. “Is this what you wanted?” she whispered.

He nodded, unable to speak.

“Good,” she said again. “Because now you’re mine.”

She pushed him onto the bed, his wrists still bound. She straddled him, her eyes locking onto his.

“Are you ready for this?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

He nodded again, and she leaned down to kiss him, her tongue probing his mouth. He moaned, feeling her lips pressed against his.

Then, suddenly, she pulled back, looking down at him with a wicked grin.

“That’s just the beginning,” she said.

And with that, she began to explore his body, her hands and lips and tongue teasing him mercilessly. He was bound to please her, and he knew it. But he couldn’t help but crave more, craving the intensity of her touch, the raw power of her desire.

He was hers, completely. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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