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  She lets out a little moan in response, but doesn't say anything else, not right away. Instead, she watches me with amusement as I secure her other wrist above her head. When I'm finished, she finally speaks. "Is this what you do?" she asks. "You punish girls for touching themselves by tying them to beds?"

  I kneel there, surveying my work. Her arms are tied above her head and she's right there, her lips so close to my cock, her mouth there for the taking. "Only you," I tell her.

  "Only me what?"

  "I don't tie up any other princesses," I say, sliding down her body so I can trace the curves of her breasts one at a time with my fingertip. She squirms at my touch, the restraints pulling tightly. Watching her tied up like that makes me hard as hell. "For that matter, I don't tie up any other girls at all. I've never tied anyone up before, and I've definitely never told anyone that her pussy belongs to me."

  She raises her eyebrows, her expression one of disbelief. "So you're telling me that I'm the only one you've ever acted like a complete and total Neanderthal with? Why do you think that is, exactly?"

  "Because you're mine." The words come out of my mouth, surprising me. But as soon as I say them, I realize that I mean them, more than I've meant anything before. "That's all there is to it."

  "I'm not anyone's, James," she whispers. "I told you that before."

  "So you keep saying." I slide down lower until I'm between her legs, my finger trailing along after me, down her abdomen and over the piercing in her belly button. "When did you get this?"

  Her breath catches as I trace my fingers over her hipbone and along her bikini line. "When I was sixteen," she replies, laughing when I make a face. "Since I was underage though, no one – well, not anyone reputable, anyway – would touch me, and everyone knew who I was. That's one of the perils of being royalty, by the way. So I had to have my friend do it with a needle. There was a lot of tequila involved."

  "And this?" My fingers make their way along a little half-inch scar on her hip.

  "Are we playing twenty questions now?" she teases. "Because I thought we were screwing."

  "We play whatever I want to play, since I have you tied up," I tell her. "Where did you get the scar?"

  She sighs and rolls her eyes. "Climbing over a wall last year."

  "Escaping the palace," I muse, my fingers going to her inner thigh. Her leg twitches at my touch.

  "That's right."

  "You have a habit of escaping everything, yet you keep letting me tie you up," I note. "It almost seems like you want me to catch you."

  She laughs. "That's not true. It's only because of your big, hard cock."

  "It's because you like me," I correct her. I don't even care if she admits it or not, because I know it's true. I can see it in the way she looks at me right now. Still, I can't resist pushing her buttons. "Admit it."

  "I'll admit no such thing," she protests. "Did you tie me up just to get me to admit that I like you?"

  I don't answer her. Instead, I trace my fingertip slowly over her pussy lips, watching with smug satisfaction as her hips arch up to meet my finger. I catch her wetness on my fingertip, then run it over her skin, intentionally avoiding her clit, until she lets out a series of little moans. "We both know you like me, but I'll let you slide when it comes to admitting it – for now, anyway," I tell her. "I tied you up because I want to ask you things."

  She barks a laugh. "You're interrogating me, Bodyguard?"

  "Uh-huh, and it'll be the best torture you've ever felt," I assure her, taking the wetness from her pussy and touching my wet fingertips to her nipple. She groans and struggles against the restraints as I tease her nipple until it's a hard little pebble and she's writhing under me. "I want to know things about you."

  "You tied me up to get to know me?" she whimpers, squirming more. I can't be entirely sure whether the squirming is more about the way I'm touching her or about the prospect that I'm going try getting to know the damn girl.

  "Not exactly," I admit. I wasn't even thinking that when I tied her up. "But it's a nice benefit. This way, there's none of that pesky running away."

  No more of that bullshit that happened after I tied her up in the stable, when she went silent for days.

  "Don't you think it's sad that you have to tie up a girl to have a conversation with her?"

  "I do." I dip down to flick my tongue over her nipple. The taste of her pussy lingers on her skin and it makes me want to get my tongue between her legs as soon as possible. Her hips arch against my hard cock, and she moans, reminding me of exactly why I tied her up in the first place, and it wasn't to get to know her. "Absolutely. It's the saddest thing I've ever heard."

  It truly is.

  I have the sexiest girl in the world tied up and completely at my mercy. Meanwhile, I have the irresistible urge to ask her questions because I want to get to know her.

  "That's totally fucked up, Max," she whispers.

  I couldn't agree more. It's the most fucked up thing I've ever heard.

  32

  Alexandra

  I could tell Max to untie me right now. I could tell him I'm not answering any of his damn questions, not even if the prospect of being tied up here and completely at his mercy leaves me wet and longing and wanting.

  I could tell him that I don't do the whole getting-to-know-you thing, that the prospect of someone even wanting to find out things about me makes me want to choke, makes my heart beat a thousand times faster and threaten to explode in my chest.

  But I don't tell him any of those things.

  I'd like to blame my lack of protest on the fact that he's currently running his tongue over my nipple and I can't think about anything except how much I want his tongue between my legs – or about how much I want his cock inside me right now, how desperately I ache to feel him again.

  But that's not the reason I don't say any of those things, is it?

  Max pauses with his mouth above my breast. "For every question you answer, I'll give you a treat."

  I choke out a laugh. "You've got to be kidding. A treat, like I'm a dog?"

  He smirks. "Quiet, woman. I'm training you to have a conversation like a normal person."

  "Be careful, Bodyguard," I warn, wrapping my legs around his waist and squeezing him hard between my thighs. "I still have use of my legs, you know. Don't get mouthy."

  He laughs as he peels my legs away from his waist. "You know, you're right."

  "You should get used to admitting that."

  He raises his eyebrows. "I mean, you're right to remind me that I should tie down your legs, too."

  His threat to restrain me completely shouldn't make me as wet as it does, and it shouldn't be as obvious as it is that it makes me hot. It's written all over my face, though, and Max sees it immediately. He grins as he reaches for the other ties. "So that's a yes, then, is it?"

  "Fine," I sigh, rolling my eyes. "If you think that'll get me to tell you things."

  I act bothered, when in reality I'm throbbing as he ties one ankle and then the other, spreading my legs comfortably apart and looping the silk to the decorative iron posts in the middle of the baseboard of the bed.

  Now I'm completely at his mercy, bound and waiting for him.

  The idea of totally losing control to my bodyguard should not be as thrilling as it feels right now.

  Still, I can't quite give away all control. "I get to ask you questions, too, Bodyguard."

  He puts his hands up and grins. "I'm an open book, sweetheart."

  "Hardly," I say, laughing. "And you're a terrible liar."

  "It's a deal. A question for a question," he tells me. "I'll answer, but you'll have to reward me too."

  My heart skips a beat. I can think of more than a few ways to reward him. "Fine. You're on."

  "Good. This is my first question," he says, sliding between my legs until his mouth hovers over my pussy. He looks up, his mouth open, breathing out so that the heat warms me and torments me at the same time.

  "Yes?" I'm imp