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She opened her eyes as I reached for her hands. “Give me your wrists, Mouse.” She let me take them.

I drew them together and wrapped the tie around them carefully, secured the knot, then guided her arms above her head and fastened the remaining length to the headboard.

Isabella tested the restraint once.

“You told me not to treat you like you were fragile.”

“I did.”

“So stop checking whether I know how to tie a knot.”

Her smile returned.

“I was testing your work.”

“My work is fine.”

I kissed her before she could keep going, then reached for my phone again.

Photo three filled the screen.

This one stripped the humor from her expression much faster when I showed it to her.

She lay across white sheets with her knees spread wide, one hand opening her pussy for the camera while the other touched herself.

I held the photograph beside her body.

Her face went hot.

“You sent me this while sitting beside me in that SUV.”

“I remember.”

“Do you have any idea what I wanted to do when I saw it?”

She swallowed.

“What?”

“I wanted to spread those thighs myself, bury my face between them, and eat that cunt until you were shaking against my mouth.”

Her legs shifted against the sheets.

There was the reaction I wanted.

“I wanted to hear what kind of noises you’d make when I stopped just before you came.”

Her eyes narrowed.

I put the phone aside and slid my hands beneath her knees, spreading her thighs wider across the sheets.

“You wouldn’t.”

“After what you did to me tonight?” I settled between her legs. “You should know better than to challenge me.”

Before she could answer, I lowered my mouth to her pussy.

Her hips lifted immediately.