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"Jay," she panted, her hands fisting the bed. "Touch me." "No." I moved back, gathering the knotted rope. "Please?" "No." I quickly bound her, positioning the final knot a whisper below her clit. When she moved, the knot would shift up while her circular barbell would press down from the top pinching her clit. I had a feeling Frankie would adore the rough sensation.
Knot My Type (All Access, #1)
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