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pushed Cooper inside.
    “Shouldn’t we agree on what’s going to happen during the session first?” Cooper asked.
    Nando smiled too sweetly for Cooper’s taste. “How about you let me tie you up while you watch yourself in the mirror, and then, when I’m done, I bend you over the bench and fuck you?”
    Cooper pursed his lips. “Can I talk?”
    “Mmmh, yes, if it’s to beg me to fuck you.”
    “Can I ask you to do certain things to me?”
    “You can beg me to fuck you,” Nando repeated.
    Cooper rolled his eyes. “Other than asking you to fuck me.”

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    Nando nodded resolutely. “As long as you know you’ll be at my mercy. I’m the boss.”
    “You’re the boss,” Cooper acknowledged. Although he wasn’t quite sure if he could trust Nando the person, he certainly trusted Nando the lover. Despite their less-than-perfect track record so far, he knew that whatever Nando dished out for him, it would be good. Here in this room, he knew Nando placed him first, and so he spread his legs a bit and crossed his wrists behind his back, looking down at his feet.
    Nando reappeared with a rope draped over his arm. The length of it made Cooper feel a little apprehensive, but he tried not to let on. He was sure Nando had learned enough from the rope mistress of the club to know which rope to pick.
    “Take your shirt off,” Nando ordered.
    Cooper complied, his movements slow and deliberate.
    “Pants too. I want to see just how much I’m turning you on.”
    The mocking smile Nando was sporting wasn’t lost on Cooper, although he could only steal the occasional look. He didn’t speed up his movements, wanting to prolong the interaction. Besides, Nando prowling around him was a turn-on all by itself, even though he was clad in casual jeans, not his tight black leather pants.
    Nando was holding the rope in a loop, and he stroked Cooper’s shoulder with it. “You don’t seem too eager.”
    “Oh, I am, Sir,” Cooper said, emphasizing the title he bestowed on Nando.

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    “At least you brought your manners.” Although Cooper knew they were just playing around, not being too serious about it, he’d seen this sort of interaction in the Pit, in the rare Dom/sub partnerships where the sub was allowed to speak.
    “Cross your arms in front of your chest,” Nando demanded after Cooper had shed the last of his clothes.
    Cooper did what was asked. He didn’t need to look down to see he was at least half-hard. Nando would be pleased.
    Nando didn’t let on he noticed. Instead, he started to weave the soft natural rope around and through Cooper’s arms. He didn’t tie it too tightly, and Cooper thought that if he resisted, it would fall off, so he stayed extra still.
    “Look at yourself,” Nando instructed, pointing at the large antique mirror leaning against the wall. “With every winding you get harder.”
    Cooper closed his eyes for a moment. He’d felt his cock growing heavier, but seeing himself in the mirror, hands tied in front of him with the light brown rope and erection sticking out, made his blood rush south even faster.
    “This rope is a little softer,” Nando whispered. He was behind Cooper. “You’ll know why in a little while. Now I’d like you to breathe in and hold it.”
    Cooper did as he was asked and felt Nando do something, but he couldn’t figure out what.
    “And breathe out.”
    Cooper tried to look in the mirror, but he only saw a full frontal view of himself, and Nando behind him.

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    Nando repeated his instructions a few times and every time, the rope grew tighter. Cooper had no idea whether it had to do with what Nando was doing to him or whether it was his imagination, but it was becoming hard to do more than breathe normally. Nando abandoned the rope at Cooper’s back and moved in front of him, holding on to a second rope, a blue one. Every time Cooper moved slightly, the blue rope hanging down behind him tickled his ass cheeks; Cooper figured Nando probably meant for it to be like that.
    “Spread your legs,” Nando ordered, his voice sounding quite a bit sweeter than before.
    Cooper carefully let his feet slide apart until he was eye to eye with Nando.
    “I like this,” Nando said softly before kissing him, moaning into the kiss. “I think I’m going to ask you to stand like this every time.” He winked, signaling to Cooper he was kidding. “It’s turning you on, isn’t it? All this