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I reach for the roll of stick tape that’s been pushed into the corner of the box that someone likely left behind and use my other hand to push her wrists together, lifting them above her head.  Pulling the end of the tape free with my teeth, I start to carefully wrap it around her wrists. Not too tight, but tight enough to keep them bound, tight enough to hold her when she’s writhing from my tongue being buried in her cunt.
The Bad Boy Rule (Hellcats Hockey #1)
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