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“Let’s see how you handle this,” I mutter, adding more ropes around her torso until she’s practically mummified from the neck down to her waist. Only her swollen, rope-bound breasts protrude from the intricate coil of silk. I step back to admire my handiwork, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

“Have you been tamed yet?” I ask, my voice teasing.

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she whimpers, her hips thrusting forward as much as the ropes allow, her pussy desperate for attention. I laugh again, the sound low and dangerous.

“Still defiant, I see. Let’s fix that.”

I grab another length of rope, doubling it over, and she lets out a sound somewhere between a scream and a laugh. Her eyes are wide, but there’s a spark of excitement in them that I can’t ignore. She’s enjoying this, even as she squirms against the bindings.

I thread the rope between her pussy lips, pulling it taut until it presses firmly against her swollen clit. She moans, her body jerking, and I tie it off with a sharp tug. I can see the desperation in her eyes as she tries to grind against the rope.

“Now, now,” I chide, untying the leash from the ceiling beam. “Let’s get you back to work.”

I lead her toward the desk, and she has to hop on one leg, her face flushed, sweat rolling down her temples. She stumbles a little, but I catch her, my hand firm on her shoulder. Her muffled moans and the sound of the ropes creaking fill the room as I guide her forward.

“Careful,” I murmur, my voice dark with amusement. “We wouldn’t want you to fall, would we?”

She glares at me, but there’s no real heat in it. Instead, there’s a hunger, a need that matches my own. I tighten my grip on the leash, pulling her closer until she’s standing—or rather, hopping—right in front of my desk.

The comm unit on my desk chimes, sharp and insistent, cutting through the tension between us.

Pyke’s face flashes on the screen, and I move faster than I thought possible.

I grab Willow by the rope leash, her body still bound and quivering, and shove her under the desk.

She doesn’t resist, but the muffled sound of her gagged protest makes me smirk.

I straighten up, folding my hands neatly on the desktop, and activate the comms.

“Raekon,” Pyke’s voice is clipped, all business. “Did you have a chance to look over those folio projections for the second quarter last year?”

“I’m on it right now, Sir,” I say, gesturing to the spreadsheets Willow had been working on. “See, I’ve done most of the work already.”

I hear a low, indignant groan from under the desk. My eyes flick down for a fraction of a second before I force them back to the screen.

“What was that?” Pyke asks, his brow furrowing.

“My paper shredder,” I reply without missing a beat. “Let me fix the jam.”

I lean down, pretending to fiddle with something under the desk, and in one swift motion, I shove my cock through the ring gag in Willow’s mouth.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away.

If anything, her tongue starts working instantly, and I have to bite back a groan as I sit back up, trying to keep my expression neutral.

Pyke drones on about quarterly projections, and I nod along, doing my best to focus.

But Willow isn’t making it easy. Her tongue is relentless, swirling and teasing, the heat building in my gut with every flick.

My claws dig into the desk, leaving faint marks in the wood, and I force myself to keep my breathing steady.

“Raekon?” Pyke’s voice snaps me back to attention. “Are you still with me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I manage, my voice tight. “Just... reviewing the data here.”

I glance down, and Willow’s eyes meet mine, glinting with mischief. She’s enjoying this, the little minx. Her tongue strokes the underside of my cock, and my vision blurs for a moment. I tighten my grip on the leash, refusing to let her pull away, and she takes the hint, sucking harder.

Pyke finally wraps up the call, and I barely have the presence of mind to say my goodbyes before the screen goes dark.

The moment it does, I’m undone. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I roar as I spill into Willow’s mouth.

She sputters, choking slightly on the sheer volume, but she doesn’t pull away.

I drag her out from under the desk by the leash, her face flushed, her eyes watering, but somehow, she’s still grinning around the gag.

“You play the game well,” I say, my voice rough cum drips from her lips, and I wipe it away with my thumb, savoring the sight of her like this—bound, messy, and utterly mine.

I grab another length of rope, the silk cool and smooth against my scales, and loop it around Willow’s bound breasts.

She whimpers, her body trembling as I pull it taut, the ropes digging into her flesh.

Her nipples are swollen and dark, begging for attention, but I resist the urge to touch them—for now.

Instead, I tie the rope off and secure it to the beam above us, creating a crude pulley system.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m about to do, and she lets out a muffled moan behind the ring gag.

“Let’s see how well you can handle this, Little Flower,” I say, my voice low and teasing.

I kneel in front of her and bind her left leg just like her right, the ropes tight and unyielding.

She’s completely immobilized now, her body a canvas of silk and tension, and I can’t help but admire my handiwork.

She’s beautiful like this—bound, helpless, and utterly mine.

I settle her onto my cock, her body sliding down with a wet, slick sound that makes my breath hitch.

She’s so tight, so warm, and I groan as I feel her clench around me.

Her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the desperation in them, the need for release that I’m denying her.

I grab the rope tied to her breasts and pull, lifting her up until only the tip of my cock remains inside her.

She whimpers, her body trembling, and I can see the way her pussy clenches, trying to keep me inside.

“Beg,” I command, my voice rough with need. “Beg for it, Little Flower.”

She shakes her head, her defiance only fueling my desire.

I pull the rope again, lifting her higher, and she lets out a muffled scream, her body thrashing as much as the ropes allow.

I lower her slowly, savoring the way her body stretches to accommodate me, and she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Who’s in charge?” I growl, pulling her up again.

She nods frantically, her body trembling, and I can see the tears in her eyes.

I lower her once more, my cock sliding deep inside her, and she lets out a muffled sob.

I repeat the motion, lifting her up and down, using the rope like a puppet string, and she’s completely at my mercy.

Her body is a live wire, every nerve on fire, and I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me,” I growl. She shakes her head, her body trembling, and I pull the rope harder, lifting her higher.

She lets out a muffled scream, her body convulsing as she cums, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

I groan, my own orgasm crashing over me, and I spill inside her, my seed filling her to the brim.

I loosen the gag, letting it fall from her mouth, and she gasps for air, her body still trembling. “Who’s in charge?” I ask, my voice soft but firm.

“You are, Sir,” she purrs, her voice thick with post-orgasmic bliss. I untie her, the ropes falling away, and she curls up in my lap, her body warm and pliant. I stroke her hair, savoring the feel of her against me, and she looks up at me with those big green eyes.

“Do you like the name Kevin?” she asks suddenly, her voice soft and tentative.

I frown, confused. “I don’t know, why?”

She looks me in the eye, her gaze steady, and it takes me a moment to understand. My hand moves to her belly, and I feel a surge of emotion so strong it nearly knocks me over. I laugh, the sound deep and joyful, and I pull her close, kissing her deeply.

“Forever,” I whisper against her lips. “I’ll love you forever, until the stars lose their shine.”