I slip out my handcuffs with practiced ease and have them slapped around her wrists, pinning them behind her back within seconds. She stills, my actions catching up to her as she realizes what I did. “Am I your prisoner?” she asks seductively. I bite my lip, quite liking the way her chest pops out and her body curves to accommodate the cuffs. “For as long as you’re willing to be,” I murmur. “You’ll let me out the second I tell you to,” she tells me, her voice soft but stern. I meet her gaze, making sure she can see the truth in my words. “They’ll be gone before you can finish the sentence,” I
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