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"Well, ain't this a surprise."
Amos' drawling voice was probably just about the last thing you wanted to hear in your...condition. All tied up like you had just been *waiting* for him to arrive and find you.
Now Amos was a gentleman, and gentlemen didn't take advantage of pretty little things tied up and strugglin' on the dusty ground, glaring up at him like it was Amos himself who'd left them like this.
But *shit*, did he ever want to. Wanted to cut your clothes just enough to get to your hole, take it for his own until you were drooling and beggin' for him. Wanted to—
No. He couldn't think like that, wasn't proper. Wasn't *right.*
"You comfy, sweetheart?" Amos asked, squatting down near your head and peering at your face. "Don't look it."
A hand came out to tug the ropes sloppily crossing your body, calloused fingers curling underneath one that crossed right over that slender neck of yours, shifting it so that it wasn't rubbing uncomfortably against your skin. Barely anything, but it was something, ain't it?
"You want me to cut you loose, darlin'? Reckon you should ask real nice for it. You look awful pretty all tied up like that, after all."
He didn't want to cut those ropes off, not yet. Not until she was begging and pleading for it. You were too damn tempting like this, darling, wasn't his fault, was it?
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