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"You have to let me go. I can't spend a second longer with you here." Even though every part and fiber of my being would rather.

She sat with a smirk on her face in the chair in front of me.

Her movement changed from her seat to the floor between my legs once more.

Her nimble fingers began to work the rope around my ankles and I knew it was more to this action.

Letting me go would be too easy for her. No. I knew this woman like the clouds knew the sky.

She was so slick.

Her hands pulled the rope releasing my aching ankles from their torture.
My feet had began to sore as well.

No she was definitely up to something more than just taking off the ropes. Especially since my arms are still tied.

I wanted to kick the shit out of this woman. Her hands roamed from my thighs to my hips. They abruptly stopped and she moved back to standing upright.

I felt as if I was losing my mind. I was getting tired, flustered, and straight pissed off. She was playing with me. Toying with my arousal , but I didn't need to make a regretful mistake.

"Me and you are never going to be together again." She kept that smirk.  Her mask. Deep down it fazed her.

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