12.1

“That’s right,” he mutters, wrapping the cuff around my left wrist, cinching the metal buckle until I wince from the pressure. “You need to learn, and this is the only way I can teach you.”

I’m as confused as ever, even though my body’s all-in. Blood racing, skin flushed, the ache between my thighs so intense I could cry. If he doesn’t touch my pussy soon, I might die.

“We need to break down those walls you’ve built around yourself,” he continues in a deceptively smooth voice, cuffing my left ankle, then my right. “You’ve spent your entire life telling yourself not to go too far. Haven’t you?”

I nod, watching him test the strength of the restraints with a sharp tug. He’s efficient like he’s done this before. I guess if he has restraints lying around like this, it means he’s experienced.

If I could pick anybody to introduce me to these dark delights, I’m glad it’s him. That thought eases the tension in my shoulders and back, making it easier to settle against the pile of pillows behind