“This is what you wanted,” Harden hissed from just behind Kerri’s head. The cleave gag pressed her cheeks back and her tongue down, intrusive. He tied it tight behind her head, letting her blonde hair fall over the knot. Mocking her simpering voice, he said, “‘Are you going to tie me up? You should have heard yourself, Kerri, so transparent. You were dying for this!”

Harden sat her down on the bed and turned her to face him, holding her wrists together while he lashed a long stretch of thick black nylon rope, folded over, around to bind them. “But why not? You’ve been trained since childhood to want this, and to be ashamed of your desire. But on every TV show, in every movie, the pretty girl gets kidnapped, tied up, frightened but never hurt, marauded but not raped, always rescued by her loving hero, adored and adoring.”

After a few passes around Kerri’s wrists, he looped the rope between them, securing the tight grip and tying it off. Tugging the remaining length of one end of the rope, Kerri scooted back on the bed, her head coming to rest on the pillow, as he drew her hands over her head, to tie them tightly to the thick, walnut beam along the base of the headboard.

“The special pretty thing that every man wants, women too.—” He pulled the rope tight, securing them to the headboard, her breasts rising and falling faster with her increased heart rate. “You’re every man’s fantasy, good man and bad. You’re what everybody wants, and they’ll do anything, risk anything, to have you!”

He stepped off the bed and retrieved another long stretch of nylon rope, folding it in the middle to create another double-cord. “And you love that. You loved being in the movies, pursued and desired, a helpless damsel for men to jerk off to, to dream about, to fantasize about capturing you and rescuing you, your villain and your hero.”

Harden grabbed Kerri’s bare ankle and pulled her leg tight, muscles instinctively flexing to pull away. Even though Kerri wanted what Harden was about to do, she wanted to struggle against it too.

“And that’s what you want from me,” Harden went on. “You want me to be all things, your rescuer and your kidnapper; you want me to take you and have you, with all my predatory aggression, and then rescue you and be rewarded by your virtuous affection.”

He tied the knot around her ankle, leaving the other leg free.

“You love it, but you need to be able to deny it, to put it all on me; the bad man who took your virtue, the one to blame. But you want to give me your virtue, only to me! You want me to take it, only me !”

He approached her on that side of the bed and she kicked at him, landing a good blow against his ribs before he wrapped his arm around her calf, pinning it. “Good, Kerri, very good.”

Harden grabbed Kerri’s panties, the only garment she still wore, and tore it to the side, ripping apart against her flanks. He held her free leg, which she jutted with feeble attempts to throw him.

“Well, Kerri,” he asked with a grainy smile. “How does it feel? Haven’t you ever been tied up before, arms pinned down no matter how hard you try? You never had your ankles tied, pussy exposed, open and vulnerable to anything, helpless, with nothing you can do? -Have you ever felt this completely out of control, Kerri?”

Kerri started to whimper, a moan leaking up from the back of her throat.

“Maybe you can get free, Kerri, regain that control, any slight bit of power, any way at all to defend yourself. Pull your hand free, Kerri, just so you can hold me off. C’mon, you can do it, Kerri!”

She pulled her arm at that tight bond, then the other.

“Go on, Kerri, try to break free, see if I can’t give you what you want, what you need.”

Kerri pulled at the ropes again and with a bit more vigor, but those ropes were more than secure enough to hold her. Harden leaned in and yelled, “I said struggle, damn you!” The sheer volume and aggression of his command stunned and frightened her, sending Kerri’s body into a state of tense spasm, hips rising, body twisting, arms craning, legs rolling on her calves. Her free leg had a little give in Harden’s grip, but her other limbs were locked down tight, the gag starting to hurt her cheeks as it bit against her mouth.

“Atta girl,” he said with a vicious smile. “Now you’re warming up, now you understand.” He ran his hand up and down her bound thigh, her pussy emanating heat and glistening with readiness. “You think you’ve lost control? You think I’ve taken it away from you? But all eyes are on you, pretty Kerri. When you walk into a room, when you run through the woods screaming with some masked killer on your trail, when you’re lying here on my bed all tied up and gagged, it’s all about you, Kerri. Every twitch is gorgeous, every pull and wriggle is ecstasy. We live for it, we live for you! That’s control, Kerri. It’s natural for us to want to dominate, but it’s natural for you to be able to manipulate. Use that helplessness as a deadly weapon. You’ve learned to control yourself, and to give up control. Now you’ll learn how much control you really have!”

Kerri knew Harden was right, that while she had given herself up to him, she had also taken her place in a long and honorable tradition that included some of the strongest females and female figures in history.

So Kerri let herself squirm and strain, mewing a bit into her gag as Harden kissed her neck, breath growling and hot. He kissed his way down to her breasts, Kerri arching her back to raise them up to his lips, but he withdrew making her groan in frustration. Her hard nipples yearned for his wet kiss, to meet that wandering tongue, but he denied her in a way they both loved.

He jutted his face forward, lips over his teeth, as he took one nipple into his mouth, and applied enough pressure to send little electric crackles of pleasure through her chest. He gave that breast a squeeze before making his way over to kiss the other, nipple erect and ready. Kerri cooed as he kissed her nipple and the underside of her breast, blowing a warm stream of air against her sensitive skin.

He lingered just far enough away from her breast to be a tease, and Kerri whimpered her frustration and pulled at her bonds. But her wrists were secure, and the harder she pulled at them, the more that thick nylon dug into her wrists. The harder she wanted to pull them, the more she wanted it to hurt. The harder she struggled, the more she wanted to struggle and the less she wanted to escape. Her mind reeled with the realization as her body strained against the binds holding her in place, helpless.

Harden’s kisses descended, following a glistening trail of sweat down the center of her flawless torso, her stomach quivering and spasming, as he lightly kissed his way down. Kerri shifted her hips in a vain attempt to avoid what she knew was coming, what she could hardly wait for. She was almost ready to cum just thinking about it, and as Harden pressed one hand against each thigh, more pressure against her unbound leg, he seemed to know it.

She flinched as his tongue first found her pulsing labia, heat radiating to mix with his own hot breath. Despite her feigned unwillingness, her clit was glistening and already popping out to greet Harden’s powerful, skillful tongue. The two fleshy tissues met in a glorious swirling of tastes and sensations, Kerri’s legs tensing as her muscles contracted with little juts of joy.

Harden only held those strong legs down with greater strength as his tongue began to cover every bit of her exposed, pink perfection. His cheeks brushed against her thighs as he slowly dragged his tongue up and down, adding a quick side-to-side motion that delighted all the different clusters of nerves gathered around and within that amazing and mysterious organ. At that moment, her clit was controlling her entire body, legs and arms pulling and twisting with every masterful motion; it was controlling her, and he was controlling it.

A faster flicking and flutter gave birth to another lusty orgasm, stirring in her loins. Her hips writhed as if to resist, to wriggle free, and her orgasm delighted in her struggle. She pulled harder, and that orgasm began to swell even more.

Harden lifted his head up, tongue barely within reach of her flexing, burning labia. Kerri’s body was torn with desire, craving more attention, harder and deeper. To have nothing at all, merely the trace of his breath, the suggestion of his tongue, so close and still unreachable, was something Kerri couldn’t bear. She screamed into her gag and tried to pull her hands free so she could jam that handsome face deep into her hot cunt but her arms were bound tight, and her legs immobile under Harden’s handsome authority. Her pussy burned for attention, her scream becoming a sob, her orgasm taking full advantage of her helplessness.

Kerri’s body quivered as she came, groups of muscles fluttering inside her, juices stirring and splashing, heaving and frothing, rising with every break. Kerri had to have Harden inside of her, to wrap herself around that massive meat and hold on tight and never let go.

And she was about to have it.

Harden slid his hand under Kerri’s free leg and pushed it up, her knee approaching her breast. Harden’s cock found its familiar position between her hot, firm labia, clit already throbbing in time to her heart beat, her body straining to reach out to embrace what he teased her with, to pull his cock in and devour it. But Harden waited, arms resting on his thighs, her one leg slung up and over, his muscular torso seeming to hover over her. His cock head slid in just a bit, sending Kerri’s already percolating orgasm to rupture yet again, swelling with every eruption. Kerri tried to wriggle into position to push herself up and around his rigid wand, but Harden evaded her with barely a move. He even smiled as he glowered down at her, mocking her gagged whimper with feigned sympathy. “Oh, poor thing. You want it all, don’t you? You want me to fuck you so hard. You wanna break free so you can pull me in? Go ahead and try, baby, wriggle free and have me the way you want, the way you need!”

And Kerri did, the muscles of her arms and legs straining nearly to the breaking point, tendons threatening to snap. But Harden’s cock could not be consumed and Kerri finally had to collapse her hips onto the mattress while he continued his slow and steady glide inward, his movement barely noticeable against her swollen flesh.

Kerri’s orgasm kept rolling as Harden’s rod slid slowly in, deeper, more pressure on her clit as it wrapped around him, lips squeezing him for all they were worth. She shook her hips to milk more pleasure from that measured contact, that slow protrusion, tantalizing and teasing. Deeper, even slower, Kerri’s body shook as her orgasm howled within her, a beast desperate for heated battle, for conquest one way or the other.

Kerri cried out into her gag and pulled at the ropes, her free leg flexing and pushing but pinned to her ribcage, knee pressing into her breast. “Pleeeeeaaassssssse …” she moaned into that gag, now soaked with her saliva. Her brows arched, eyes clamped shut.

“Say it,” he warned in a sexy growl.

“Harder,” she mumbled through the gag, her words garbled, as her tongue pressed up against the gag. “Faster baby, please … pleeeeeasssssse!”

“All right, baby, all right.—” Harden soothed before starting a mid-tempo pace, regular thrusts at mid-shaft keeping Kerri’s orgasm raging, his fingers splayed over her hands, turning red from lack of circulation. She pulled with her legs too, wanting to kick and buck and thrash while Harden sawed that thick stalk against her sizzling clit, around and around, shaking side to side in a burst of control and chaos, each making the other all the more sweet and all the more savory.

It was bittersweet too; because Kerri knew this would be their last night together, and she wouldn’t be able to hold him, to pull him close, to hold him tight. Just one more time, she thought to herself; pulling even harder at her bonds, just wanna hold you one last time.

Kerri’s tears lost their sexual satisfaction to her lingering sadness, biting into her gag to stifle her growing sob. She’d never enjoy such an experience again, never know another man like Harden Steele, never have a cock like that, a master like him. So she clamped down with the rest of her strength, arms aching at the sides of her head, legs cramping up as she threw the last of her strength into seducing another fat wad out of Harden’s hardened steel.

She bucked and thrashed and whimpered, brows arched in primitive helplessness, sobbing into her gag as she writhed beneath him. She could sense her performance touching off his own beastly urges, natural instincts reacting to his total mastery. She knew she was manipulating him, that the control was truly her own.

And she was about to use it, even if for the very last time.

Kerri cried out, screaming and crying into that gag, knowing her voice was spilling over and into Harden’s heart, his soul, his cock. The more she struggled, the more his massive cock twitched inside her. She clamped and pumped and wrenched and writhed beneath him, mining his imagination, fucking his mind as much as his body.

With a pitiful moan and a shake of her hips, both erupted at once.

Kerri’s orgasm greeted Harden’s, the two splashing against each other as the condom tore open. The hot warmth around Harden’s cock was more than he could resist, and instead of withdrawing, he blasted that hot load deep into Kerri’s body, filling her every crevice, shooting straight up into her brain.

Their bodies flexed and quivered, tension increasing until his spine was ready to crack, her hips ready to pop. Soon, the pressure eased as they both relaxed, a heated halo rising around them. Kerri whimpered and pulled at her ropes, looking at Harden with a pleading brow.

He released her wrists from the headboard, her arms aching as she pulled her bound wrists over her breasts. He pulled the gag out of her mouth and they kissed, slow and long, deep and tender.

But he did not untie her.