He tasted her with steady purpose, stealing her senses and making her swallow her words of retaliation. One of his hands was roaming her back while the other held her hands still. Tiara didn't react until she felt something going around her wrists. She jerked away from him, tearing her mouth from his just as he secured the thin strip of leather around her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded as she struggled against the tough bindings.

"We're going to try something new today, princess," he returned, nuzzling her ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin of her neck until she whimpered softly.  "I promise that you'll love it."

"Love it?" she echoed, albeit weakly for she was starting to lose her ability to speak. "How would I be able to love it when I positively hate you?"

The declaration lacked heat and they both knew it. She loved all the delicious things that he did to her unwilling body, no matter how vile it was. Even now, she melted beneath his touch, a slick wetness gathering between her thighs.

He said nothing as he moved towards the bed, roughly settling her onto it before moving to cover her body with his. Her light brown nipples had already hardened and Scott groaned as he felt the hardness of them brushing against his chest. He watched, fixated, as a rush of goose bumps covered her body. Her bound hands came up to his shoulder, pushing at him, feebly willing him to get off her.

Delighted, Scott laughed, knowing that she would never be rid of him.

"So, my little love slave wants to fight me?" he breathed silkily into her ear. She gasped.

"I am not your love slave! I am not your anything!" she retorted, her eyes burning orbs of golden fire.

"Ahh, princess. You will soon learn that you are mine and mine alone. Nothing you do can ever stop me from taking you. You belong to me. Go ahead and deny it. Go ahead and lie," he challenged and kissed her fiercely, possessively. Tiara wanted to scream 'No!' but her entire being had quickened at his words, at the mere image of belonging solely to him. It was wicked; it was sinful. And yet, not even a fiber in her being protested his advancements.

He adjusted their positions so that she lay on top of him, her legs spread wide over his thickly-honed chest. She let out a moan as her sore cunt pressed against him, his heat causing her to melt. Tiara blushed hotly when she realized that her juices were actually leaking onto his skin. Embarrassed beyond belief, she tried to move away, but he held her fast, his fingers digging into her scalp as he dragged her down for a fevered kiss.

Her hands were trapped between their sweaty bodies, the leather bindings cutting into her skin. Tiara noticed not the pain, but the pleasure of his thumb and forefinger twisting her nipples, tugging and pulling at them. She was lost, she knew, and she couldn't have cared less.

His breathing was harsh and erratic when he tore his mouth away from hers. Her dignity had been exorcised to nothing but need. Inquisitively, she dropped her head