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RACHEL
Before I could mutter that I'd gotten the rope for me, I saw the predatory gleam in his eye and I knew whatever he had planned I was going to probably like it.
He picked up the short rope and tied it around one wrist, carefully testing the knot to ensure it wasn't too tight, letting the long end dangle to the floor. "Don't move," he murmured.
I stood there as he went to retrieve more from the peg. When he returned, he tied my other wrist in a similar fashion.
"You had me wandering around town like a lovesick teenager for months. Turn around and lean over the table, feet on the floor." As Seth spoke, I did as he said and I felt his large hand on my back and gently pushed, lowering me so my breasts and belly were pressed against the cool wood. My head was near one end, my bott
