CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“Time for you to strip,” she playfully demanded and I eagerly complied. My dick was quite cramped inside my shorts and welcomed being released from the constricting clothes.

“Onto the bed,” she said, pushing me down and guiding me on where to lie. Then she retrieved something from the drawer beside her bed but hid it from my view while she climbed into bed. I realized what she had taken from the drawer when she pushed my arms over my head and I felt handcuffs being placed around my wrists. She had run the cuffs through a spindle in the headboard and secured my hands to it. I was not going anywhere.

“Let’s get something straight here,” she said sternly. “Today I get anything I want, right.”

“Right,” I answered.

“Well, as agreed you let me go to see my friend?”

“Right,” I answered. This was a side of Chloe I had never seen or known she was capable of; forceful, dominant, and sexually aggressive. It scared me in a way, but I liked it.

She took a blindfold from a bag on the ground and pla