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EMILY
He tied me up! I yanked against the rope that held my wrists securely, but there was no give, no way to escape. The binding wasn't tight, but I'd never been tied up before. And I wasn't just tied up. I was naked, I had my lower half propped up on a pillow and I had a dildo filling my ass. Some of Wyatt's seed dripped out of me and I felt the wetness between my thighs and on the pillowcase.
Inwardly, I seethed. I was his wife and he couldn't treat me this way! I'd argued with him about it, but there was nothing I could do but wait. I couldn't call Mrs. Perrin. The very idea of her discovering me this way had me groaning in mortification. Knowing Wyatt's words had been accurate--that she'd most likely heard me coming last night--made my eyes burn with unshed tears. What would the
