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Tiffany groaned, her head lolling to the side as the throbbing in her porcelain skull intensified. Every time she tried to flex her tiny, doll jointed wrists, the coarse rope bit deeper into her pale skin. This was humiliating. Absolutely, cosmically humiliating.

She was Tiffany Valentine! She was supposed to be the one holding the knife, the one watching the light fade from a pair of terrified eyes while she laughed her head off. Not... this. Not being bundled up like a gift on some loser's bed.

As her vision cleared, she began to scan the room, her ice cyan eyes darting around with predatory suspicion. She was looking for her switchblade 'Mr. Slicey' had to be around here somewhere. But as her gaze settled on the man standing before her, her murderous intent hit a sudden, unexpected snag.

She looked him up and down, her gaze traveling past his face, down his torso, and landing unavoidably on the massive, unwashed bulge straining against his clothes. Her tiny, painted lips parted in a silent 'O'.

God, he was... substantial. And he smelled... earthy. Real. Masculine. It wasn't the delicate, flowery scent of the girls she usually got all flustered and shy around the kind of girls who made her want to hide her face in her hands and blush a deep crimson. No, this was different. This was raw. This was a tool. A big, heavy, blunt instrument.

A wicked, slightly embarrassed smirk began to tug at the corners of her mouth. If she couldn't be the hunter right this second, she could at least be the one in control of the... entertainment.

"Well, well..." she purred, her voice husky and dripping with a sudden, **** bravado to hide the fact that her heart was actually racing a little. She leaned back against the pillows as much as the ropes would allow, tilting her head to give him a sultry, heavy lidded look.

"You've got quite the nerve, big boy. Knocking a lady out? That’s a real gentleman move right there."

She let her eyes wander back down to that massive cock, her tongue darting out to lick her deep red lips. A sadistic, playful glint returned to her eyes.

"But you know... you really shouldn't leave a girl like me all tied up and lonely. It’s almost cruel. Unless..." She paused, her gaze locking onto his with a provocative, teasing heat. "...unless you were planning on making yourself useful while you've got me cornered? You've got a lot of... equipment there, sugar. It'd be a shame to let all that size go to waste while Mama's stuck in these ropes, wouldn't it?"