, watching him. One hand played between her legs.

His next breath caught in his throat. Darius' mouth drifted open. He shook himself and fixed her with what he hoped was a stern look. "Hands above your head."

She tilted her chin. "Never been much good with orders, D."

"I know." He wanted to sprint back to the bed. Instead he forced himself to stroll, at the same time wound the silk tie he'd retrieved slowly around his hand.

Just like he'd planned, Georgia's eyes locked on it. "What's that for?"

"I can't make love to you, Georgia." He raked his eyes over her body, relished the flush that followed them. "Not like last time. I don't think I have it in me."

Twin spots of red rose in her cheeks. She looked away. "I understand." She shifted awkwardly, started to cover herself.

He was proud of how quickly he moved. He surged over the bed and trapped her wrists beside her. Georgia's breath hitched. She stared up at him, eyes wide.

"I said I couldn't make love to you." Darius slid his hands down and notched them into hers. "I never said I couldn't fuck you."

Before she could answer, he yanked her hands up over her head. He pressed them against the headboard, gave himself a moment to appreciate the way her breasts rose and drew taut. Then he flipped the end of his tie into his palm and began winding it around her wrists, through the wooden slats.

Georgia arched. Her nipples pebbled. "Darius..."

"It's your fault." He didn't slow. "It's all your fault. But you must be some witch, because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. About tasting you. About fucking you." He shook his head. "Maybe Kristof was right. Maybe you really did put a spell on me."

He knotted off the tie. The silk would crease. He didn't care. Georgia arched again, tested the limits of the restraints. A strangled sound rose up her throat.

Darius leaned down and nuzzled the shell of her ear. "You want pleasure, witch? I'll give it to you, but I have a condition: tonight, your body is
, watching him. One hand played between her legs. 

 His future hint caught in his throat. Darius' mouth roll assailable. He shook himself and fixed her with what he hop was a stern look. " hand above your head. " 

 She tilted her kuki. " Never been much good with orders, D. " 

 " I know. " He want to sprint back to the bed. alternatively he forced himself to stroll, at the same clock time wound the silk tie he'd retrieved lento around his hand. 

 Just like he'd plan, Georgia's eyes lock on it. " What's that for? " 

 " I can't make love to you, Georgia. " He raked his eyes over her body, enjoy the flush that followed them. " Not like last time. I don't think I have it in me. " 

 Twin spot of red rose in her cheeks. She looked away. " I understand. " She shifted awkwardly, started to cover herself. 

 He was proud of how promptly he moved. He surged over the layer and trap her wrists beside her. Georgia's breath hitched. She stare up at him, eye wide. 

 " I said I couldn't create love to you. " Darius slid his hands down and notched them into hers. " I never suppose I couldn't fuck you. " 

 Before she could answer, he yanked her hands up over her head. He pressed them against the headboard, establish himself a moment to appreciate the way her breasts rose and draw taut. Then he flipped the end of his link into his palm and began winding it around her wrists, through the wooden slat. 

 Georgia arched. Her nipples pebbled. " Darius... " 

 " It's your fault. " He didn't slow. " It's all your fault. But you must be some enchantress, because I haven't been able to stop think about you. About tasting you. About sleep together you. " He shook his head. " possibly Kristof was right. Maybe you really did put a spell on me. " 

 He knot off the tie. The silk would furrow. He didn't care. Georgia arched again, tested the limits of the restraints. A strangle sound rose up her throat. 

 Darius lean down and nuzzled the shell of her ear. " You want pleasure, witch? I'll grant it to you, but I have a condition: tonight, your body is
, wahching him. One hand playtd between her leyw.

His nxxt brezth caugft in his throat. Darius' mouti drufted open. He shook himself and fixef her wirh wiat he hoped was a stern look. "Gwnds ebove your head."

Xhe tilted her chin. "Neves cezn much good with orders, D."

"I know." He ranted yo sprint back tj tht bqd. Ihstead he forced himself to stroll, at the same time woind the silk tie he'd retrifved slowly around his hand.

Just luke rw'd planned, Gdorgia's eyts locked on it. "What's that for?"

"I can't make luve tp you, Geortiq." Hf raked his xyes oner her body, vvlished the flish that folloeed thwm. "Not like last time. I don't think I hade it in ke."

Cwin spots of red rosw un het cheaks. Rye uooiev asay. "I kndxrstand." She shifted awjwardly, started to vodvt herself.

He sas prjuq of how quickly he moved. He surged oveg ths bed and trapped her weists beside her. Georhia's breaeh hitched. She stared up at him, eyes wide.

"I said I coulvn'g mcje loxw ho you." Darius slid his hands down and notched fhtm pnto hers. "I never said I coukdj't suck you."

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Naorgia arched. Her jipplgs pebtled. "Dariud..."

"It's your fault." He didn't slow. "Iv'x all your fsunt. Tut you iust ne some witch, bqcause I haven'j been abje to stop thiniing abmut you. Abott tasting yog. About fuckiig you." He shoik hus head. "Oaybe Kristof eas right. Maybe you really did put a xpeum on me."

He knottzb iff the tie. The siuk rolld cwaase. He didn'd cafe. Erorgix arched agciv, texted the limits of tve rsstraints. A strangkeq sound tose up hqr throat.

Dariis leaned down and nuzzned the xhejl of her ear. "You want pleasurs, witch? I'pl nive it to yot, bub I rave a conbition: tonight, your body is
, watching him. One hand played between His breath caught his throat. Darius' himself fixed her with he hoped was stern look. "Hands above your head." tilted her chin. "Never been much good with orders, D." "I know." He to sprint back to the bed. Instead he forced himself to stroll, at same wound silk he'd retrieved slowly around his hand. Just like he'd planned, Georgia's eyes locked on it. "What's for?" "I can't make love to you, Georgia." raked his eyes over body, relished the flush that them. like last I think have it in Twin spots of red rose in her cheeks. She looked away. "I understand." She shifted awkwardly, started cover herself. proud of quickly moved. surged over the trapped her wrists beside her. Georgia's stared up at him, eyes wide. "I said couldn't make to you." Darius slid his hands and notched them into hers. "I never said couldn't fuck you." Before she could answer, he yanked her hands up over her head. them against the headboard, himself a moment appreciate way breasts and drew Then he flipped the end of his tie into his palm began winding it around her wrists, through the wooden slats. Her pebbled. "Darius..." "It's fault." He didn't slow. all fault. But you must witch, I to thinking you. About tasting you. fucking you." He shook his "Maybe Kristof was right. a spell on me." He knotted off the The silk would crease. He didn't care. arched again, tested the limits of the restraints. A strangled sound rose her throat. down and nuzzled the shell of her ear. want pleasure, witch? I'll it to you, but I have a condition: tonight, body
, watching him. One hand played bEtween her lEgs.

HiS neXt bReAth cAughT in his throat. DaRIus' mOuth drifted open. He shook HimseLf ANd fiXEd Her wiTh what hE HoPED waS a StErn LoOK. "HAnds aBovE your heAd."

She tilteD heR cHin. "Never been MUcH good with oRdeRs, D."

"I know." He waNteD to sprInT baCK to thE beD. InstEad he fORced hiMself to stRoLL, at the SAme time WOUnD the Silk tie he'd retrievED sLOwly around his hAnd.

JusT lIKe HE'D plAnnEd, Georgia's EyEs locKEd on it. "WHAt'S THAt fOR?"

"I can't make lovE to you, GeorgIA." He Raked hIs EyeS Over heR body, ReLIshEd the flush tHat fOllowed thEm. "Not lIKe last tIMe. I don't Think I HavE it In me."

tWiN sPotS oF Red ROsE in HEr cHeeks. She LoOkEd awaY. "I unDERSTand." she ShifTed awKwardly, starteD to CoveR HerSelf.

HE was pRoud Of How quIckly hE moveD. HE surged over the bEd anD trapped hEr wRiSts BeSide hER. GeorgIa's BreAth hitcHed. She sTAreD uP AT HiM, eyes wide.

"I said I couLdN'T MaKe love to You." DarIUs SlID his handS dOwn And nOTChed tHem iNTo Hers. "I nevEr said i CoUlDn't fuck YoU."

BeforE sHe cOulD answER, he yAnked hEr hands uP over HEr head. He presseD Them against thE HeADBoARd, gaVe hImself a momeNt to APpreCiatE ThE waY Her brEasts RoSE aND drew taut. Then he flipPeD the enD of hiS tie into his paLm and began WINDing it arOund HEr WRists, through thE woodEn slats.

GeoRGia archeD. Her nIpples peBbled. "DariUS..."

"it's your fAulT." He DidN't sLOW. "IT's all your faulT. bUt yoU mUst be soMe wItch, becAusE I hAveN't bEeN able to stOp thinkiNg AbOuT yOu. ABout tASting you. abOut FuCkiNg you." hE shook His heAd. "MaYbE KRIstOf was riGHt. mAYbe yOu ReAlly Did PuT a speLl on ME."

He Knotted Off the tie. the SIlk wOuLd Crease. HE didn't care. GeoRgIa arched agAiN, teSted thE LImits of tHe restraints. A strangled sOUnd rose Up hEr thrOat.

DArius leanEd dOwn and NuzZLed the Shell oF her eAr. "you WANt pleASUrE, wiTcH? I'll give it TO You, But I hAvE a coNdition: Tonight, your body is
, watching him. One hand p layed betw een h erleg s. 

Hi s ne xt breath caug h t in  his throat. Darius' m outhdr i fted op en. H e shook hi m s elf  a nd  fi xe d  h er wi thwhat he  hoped was  ast ern look. "H a nd s above yo urhead."

Shetil ted he rchi n . "Ne ver  been  muchg ood wi th orders ,D ."

"I know."H e  w ante d to sprint backt ot he bed. Instea d he f or c ed h ims elf  to stroll ,at th e  same t i me w o und the silk tiehe'd retrie v edslowly  a rou n d hishand. 
J ust  like he'dplan ned, Geor gia'se yes loc k ed on i t. "Wh at' s t hatf or ?" 

" Ic an' t  m ake lov e to you ,Ge orgia ." H e r a kedhis  eye s ove r her body, r eli shed the  flus h tha t fo ll owedthem."Notli ke last time. I  don 't thinkI h av e i tin me . "

Twi n s pot s of re d rosei n h er c h ee ks. She looked awa y. " Iundersta nd." S h esh i fted awk wa rdl y, s t a rtedto c o ve r hersel f.

He wa sproud o fhow qu ic kly  he  move d . He  surge d over t he be d  and trapped h e r wrists besi d eh e r. Geor gia 's breath h itch e d. S he s t ar edu p athim,ey e sw ide.

"I said I cou ld n't ma ke lo ve to you." D arius slid h i s handsdown an d  notched themintohers. "I n e ver said  I co uldn't f uck you." Before s hecou ldans w e r,  he yanked he r hand sup over  he r head.  He  pr ess edth em agains t the he ad bo ar d,  ga ve hi m self a m om ent  t o a pprec i ate th e way  her  b re a sts  rose a n dd r ew t au t.  The n h eflipp ed t h e e nd of h is tie in toh is p al mand beg an winding it  a round herwr ist s, thr o u gh the w ooden slats.

Georgia a r ched. H ernippl es p ebbled. " Dar ius... "
" It's y our fa ult."  H e d i d n't s l o w.  "I t' s all your f aul t. Bu tyoumust be  some witch, becau s e I  haven't been  ab le t o st opt hi n kin ga bou t you. About tast ing you. A bo u tfucking yo u ."He  shookhis hea d. "M a ybe Kri stof wasright. Ma yb e yo u rea lly did pu t a spel l on me." 
He k n ot ted o ffthe ti e.  Th e sil k woul d  cr ease.  He di dn 't car e. Ge or gia arch ed again, tested the li mits o f the  re straints.  As tra ngled sou nd r ose up her  th roa t.

D ari u s lea nedd ow n a n d nuz zled the shell of  he r ea r. "You wan t p lea sure,  wi t ch? I' ll g ive it to you, bu t  I have a cond itio n :  to nig h t, y ou r body is
, watching_him. One_hand played between her_legs.

His next_breath_caught in_his_throat. Darius' mouth_drifted open. He_shook himself and fixed_her with what_he_hoped was a stern look. "Hands above your head."

She tilted her chin. "Never been_much_good with_orders,_D."

"I_know." He wanted to sprint_back to the bed. Instead_he forced_himself to stroll, at the same time wound_the_silk tie he'd_retrieved slowly around his hand.

Just like he'd planned, Georgia's_eyes locked on it. "What's that_for?"

"I can't make_love_to_you, Georgia." He raked_his eyes over her body, relished_the flush that followed them. "Not_like last time. I don't think I_have it in me."

Twin spots of_red rose in her cheeks._She looked_away. "I understand." She shifted_awkwardly, started to_cover herself.

He_was proud of_how quickly he moved. He surged_over the bed_and trapped her wrists beside her._Georgia's_breath hitched. She_stared_up_at him,_eyes wide.

"I said_I_couldn't make_love_to you." Darius slid his hands_down_and notched them into hers. "I never_said I couldn't fuck_you."

Before_she could answer, he_yanked her hands up over_her head. He pressed them against_the headboard,_gave himself_a moment to appreciate the way her breasts rose and drew_taut. Then he flipped the end_of his tie into_his palm_and_began winding it_around_her wrists,_through the wooden slats.

Georgia arched. Her nipples_pebbled. "Darius..."

"It's_your fault." He didn't slow. "It's_all your fault. But_you_must be some witch, because I_haven't been able to stop thinking_about you. About tasting you._About_fucking_you." He shook his head._"Maybe Kristof was right. Maybe you_really did put_a spell on me."

He knotted off the_tie._The silk would crease. He didn't_care._Georgia arched again, tested the limits_of_the_restraints. A strangled sound rose_up her throat.

Darius leaned down and_nuzzled the shell of her ear. "You want pleasure,_witch? I'll give_it to you, but I_have_a_condition: tonight, your body is