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Story: Her Vagabond Heart

“You should be punished.” My voice was low and menacing.
Stef’s laughter faded, and she looked at me with a mixture of fear and heat. “Fuck yes, I should.”
I hauled her against me and crushed my lips to hers, groaning when she opened for me, tangling her tongue with mine in a hot, wet kiss. It made my blood roar, so I pulled away, turning and shoving Stef against the shelving that lined the wall. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her. She was molten fire, searing to the touch. I had to have her.
But first…I found some cable ties on the shelves behind her and grabbed them. I raised her hands above her head and tied them together, attaching the tie to the shelving pole.
Stef was already breathing heavily, her eyes blown with lust. I shoved her top and bra up and played with her tits, pinching her nipples, then leaning in to suck and nibble at them. Her chest heaved and she writhed against me, her body on fire with desire.
“I should leave you here, like this. All hot and needy. Maybe I’ll come back later and finish you off.”
“Fuck you.”
I fucking loved that defiance in her eyes.
Dragging her skirt up, I shoved my hand into her panties. “Fuck, you are so wet,” I hissed. I played with her clit, watching her head loll back as pleasure coursed through her. “Know this.”
“What?” she gasped as I continued to toy with her.
“This…” I pushed a finger inside her slick, wet heat. “This is mine.”
She nodded wordlessly.
I pulled out, dragging my hand across her clit. “Say it, Stefania.”
Her eyes glittered, flaying me to the bone. “Yours. All yours.”
“Good girl.” Her whimper shot straight to my aching balls. “You want to come now?”
“Yes. Please, Grayson. Please. Let me…God, I need to come.” She was sobbing now, shaking all over, pushing herself against my hand.
I moved my fingers against her clit, fast and hard, and she shattered. Broke apart into a thousand pieces, crying out as her whole body jerked uncontrollably.
Then she was done, sagging against the shelves, her skin gleaming, her head down. Her labored breathing was the only sound in the room.
With my finger under her chin, I tilted her face up to mine, searching her eyes. Her lips curved in a feral smile. “Undo me.” The moment she was free, her hands reached for my belt, dragging it off and pushing my pants down. “You own it. Come and take it.”
With a low growl, I cupped her ass, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around me. “Yessss…” she hissed when I thrust inside her.
Her nails scraped my scalp, and when she kissed me, her teeth sank into my bottom lip. I tasted blood and it drove me wild. Pounded into her, I fucked her harder than I ever had before.
Her head fell back against the shelf and she let out a long, low moan. I could feel her body responding to mine, her muscles tightening around me as she got closer to orgasm. I leaned in and captured her mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing her moans as I continued to move.
It was wild. She was unlike anyone I had ever been with before, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to keep going, to keep feeling her body against mine.
“Let go,” she demanded.
It was too much. I was past the point of no return, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into Stef one last time, burying myself deep inside her as I came. She followed soon after, her body shaking as she cried out my name.
I slowly lowered her to the ground and dropped my forehead to hers while we both tried to catch our breaths. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck. It was such a gentle, soothing gesture that I felt my heart rate slow and my breathing return to normal. I kissed her softly and raised my head.
She looked up at me, her eyes glowing, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Better?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too.”
We straightened our clothes, then smoothing her hands through her hair, Stef said, “I’ll go out first. I’m sure Miriam and the guys are at the bar by now, so I’ll go there. Just so you know where not to go.”