Tied for Pleasure: A Forbidden BDSM Romance

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As she walked through the door, she knew that she was in for an unforgettable night. Her heart was racing with both anticipation and fear, and she felt her body start to shake as she saw the man waiting for her.

He was tall and muscular, with dark hair that was swept back neatly from his face. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

She took a step towards him, and as she did, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to him. She struggled against his hold, but he was too strong for her, and she knew that she was at his mercy.

He led her to a small room, and as she entered, she saw that it was sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of equipment scattered about.

He dragged her over to a metal table, and before she could protest, he began to bind her wrists and ankles with thick ropes. She wriggled and squirmed, but he was relentless, and soon she was completely immobilized.

He stood back and surveyed his handiwork, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Perfect,” he said, before turning to leave the room.

She was alone, bound and helpless, and she had never felt more aroused in her life. She knew that she was in the hands of a master, and the wondered of what he might do to her sent shivers down her spine.

And then he was back, carrying a whip in one hand and a bottle of oil in the other. He approached her slowly, running his fingers over her skin and watching as she writhed beneath him.

The whip cracked against her flesh, and she cried out, the pain mingling with pleasure in a heady rush of sensation. He continued to lash her, each blow sending waves of pleasure straight to her core.

And then he stopped, moving over to the table where the oil was sitting. He poured a generous amount over her body, his hands gliding effortlessly over her skin. As he touched her, she could feel herself slipping closer and closer to the edge.

He noticed her growing desperation, and with a sly grin, he began to tease her, his hands playing over her most sensitive spots. She gasped and moaned, her body writhing beneath him.

And then, just as she wondered that she couldn’t take anymore, he plunged inside her, his movements needful and urgent. He brought her to the brink again and again, until she was trembling beneath him, her pleasure at its peak.

Finally, he drew back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You belong to me,” he said, his voice rough and possessive.

And as she lay there, spent and sated, she knew that he was right. She was his, body and soul, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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