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Ariadne had arranged a peaceful, quiet life she for herself after the Fischer job. And then he showed up. All smiles and charm that sent her head in a frenzy. It seemed like every time he was in town, he would visit her and she would be conveniently available. She knew the kind of work he was still involved in and the risks that came with it. But she didn't think that he would be under surveillance or that anyone would notice his infrequent visits to Paris.

But someone had found out about her. Someone had been in her apartment and was looking for something other than money. They even went to the trouble of leaving her a note. A friendly enough note to try and inspire her to come out of retirement. That sickeningly sweet kind of note that felt like it was laced with cobra venom. They wanted an Architect.

She called the only person she could think of.

"Hey..."

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He could feel her getting closer as her walls contracted around his finger and how she said his name in a higher pitch.

She cried out as her walls squeezed around him as she came; her back arching and pushing her against his mouth.

He hummed against her when she finally came, and then slid his finger out and lifted her head. He rubbed his fingers against her clit, wanting to draw out her convulsions.

She moaned and squirmed under his fingers as her orgasm continued, her body not able to stay planted to the mattress. Spreading her arms out to her sides she gripped the bedding, crying out his name.

He stopped when it looked like she had enough, and sat up, already starting to unbutton his shirt.

She chuckled softly and leaned up to start undoing his pants. "You always know when to stop and make me want you more."

He smirked as he got his shirt undone and pulled it from his pants before tossing it away. "It's a gift."

Laughing, she pulled his zipper down and slid her hand against his prominent erection.

"Can we try something?" He asked, groaning when her hand made contact with his erection. "Can I tie your wrists together?"

She hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, her thumbs tracing the waist band of his boxers before shoving them down.

"You can say no," he said, catching that moment of hesitation. Arthur pulled down his underwear and pants and tossed them aside,

Chuckling she shook her head. "That wasn't why I hesitated." Leaning she bit his lower lip while her hands wrapped around his cock.

He moaned. "Then why did you?"

"I wasn't expecting to hear that. At least not tonight." Her fingers began massaging her length.

"Why?" He pressed her back into the bed, his hips moving.

"Circumstances of the day?" she said as she guided him into her moaning as he pushed in.

"I figured you'd like to forget today for a while, that's why I suggested it." He grunted and pushed all the way in. "Wait, we forgot a condom."

"That's why I agreed." Moaning, she was just about to wrap her legs around him when he stopped. "That's wh-what happens wh-when you make me forget." she huffed out as her walls tightened around him, her body responding to the new feeling.

He groaned, pressing his face against her neck before pulling out and going to his suitcase. They needed to talk about their situation, if they were exclusively fucking each other or not. After slipping on the condom, he grabbed two of his ties and went back to bed. "Wrists together."

She sighed when he pulled out, her body suddenly feeling empty. When he returned with two ties, she remained laying on the bed and raised her arms for him, wrists together.

He tied her wrists together with one and then tied the ends to a slat in the headboard above her head. With the other tie, he covered her eyes, blocking everything out, and knotted it. "Okay?"

"Mmhmm." she moaned with a smile as she ground her hips against him.

He spread her legs and then settled between them, reaching down, he guided himself back into her with a grunt.

Ariadne's body shuddered as he slid into her, her hips bucking to get him in all the way. She moaned as she pulled at her restraints, her instinct to wrap her arms around him overriding her memory.

"You feel amazing," he whispered into her ear as he fucked her. He hooked his arms under each of her knees, spreading her legs even more, fucking her deeper.