Intro
The rope groaned under the tension, a rhythmic, slow-motion creak that echoed against the concrete walls. Dakota was suspended barely two inches off the floor. Miles shifted his grip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Dakota’s hips to anchor her. He dove his tongue deep into the wet void between her legs, a sudden, focused pressure that sent her entire body into a series of violent convulsions. She gasped, the sound catching in her throat as she arched her back, the rope snapping tight against her wrists to keep her from drifting away from him.
The click of the heavy latch was a gunshot in the silence of the room, followed by the frantic scuff of boots on concrete. Miles didn’t flinch, he remained anchored to her, his tongue tracing a slow, relentless circle that kept Dakota pinned in a state of pleasure sensory overload. As the door swung open with a violent crash, Miles raised the Glock in his hand and let a shot fire in the direction of the man rushing in. The bullet hit the target; it punched a jagged hole into his chest, a calculated aiming that ripped a hole through him. The man falling to the ground with a groan. He looked from the gun in Miles’s hand to the sight of Dakota, still suspended and shivering, her eyes rolled back in a mixture of terror and lingering ecstasy.
