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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">Talia knew her husband would support her, cradle her. Whenever he took it upon himself to care for her, it always soothed her. There was something inside of her that responded; not the lioness, it was another side to her. A softer, warmer side that would give him everything. Even as he placed her down on the bed, the feeling of her still within his grasp was caressing her mind. The very moment she saw the glimpse of what he held in his hands, a rush of heat and excitement filled her. To be claimed by him, owned by him... tied by him, it pleased her in ways he would never know. Until the implant. He would feel her keenness, her excitement, her will to be whatever he desired her to be. It was the very reason that the moment she noticed his gesture, that she slipped her legs together, underneath her frame before easing her hands behind her back. <br/>
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It was just like the old days as he began to tie the coarse, strong rope around her arms, binding them together. Her whole body yearned for more. There were even a few shudders that escaped, hinting at just how much she enjoyed the way he worked on her. Talia could feel the strength from him as he tied the rope, the way he fastened her arms together; it meant more than just restraining to her, it was the way he took control for her, the way he protected her. It made her feel completely at his mercy and there was nothing she wanted more. He was someone she would follow into the flames of hell with no hope of return, under his lead she would do anything.<br/>
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As he touched her, the female couldn't help but offer a warm, heated moan. Just the promise of feeling something more from him once she was restrained was too good not to react upon. There was nothing more beautiful than a powerful, lethal woman restrained at his mercy; and it was his wife. The person who knew him best in the world. She knew what he desired most; and she delivered it with pure, euphoric bliss. The female struggled, fighting to break her restraints. It also drew in her mind that if she could break them, she could touch him. Even though she wanted to please him, she so desperately wanted to touch him, to have his flesh on hers.<br/>
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Through the struggles, and his touch, the female had managed to shift, facing her husband. By the time he thrust his slick, hard flesh into her mouth, she was aching for him. Her lips willingly tightened around him. His words lit a need in her that he would feel from their implants; he would know just how much it made her crave more. As he restricted her breath, the female couldn't stop the struggle her body gave, or the way her eyes glistened with tears that began to trickle down along her cheeks. It was almost a punishment, hell, she wished she had worse punishment for their son being taken under her watch. <br/>
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Finally, when she broke, Talia would struggle and whimper, clearly making her limit known. They had known each other too long for Ben not to know when he was reaching her limit. The vicious thrust of his large flesh filling her throat and restricted breath was enough to coax her to her red line. It wasn't like it was back in the day, maybe she was just tired, or maybe she was just getting used to the way they used to be. No, she was stronger. It must have been the situation. <br/>
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Her husband was more than enough, he was all she needed to punish her, to reward her. The moment she was able to talk, she sought to please him, as well as beg for her own pleasure. "Daddy, please can I have you inside of me? I want to feel every ounce of you pour into me," Her gaze glistened up toward him, filled with need and desire. His little wife was in heaven, and it was all because of him. "Please daddy, I need you." Her words were filled with honesty, with need for him. He was her everything, her guiding light and her rock. "I need you, more than ever," Her voice almost broke as she stared up toward him, her breasts heaving as she tried to shift up to press closer to him.</span></span>