Marina’s POV
A rush came over me when I heard those words. It felt empowering to bind his wrists. Keeping him from touching me as he wished. A person could become drunk on these feelings. Seeing him kneeling, wrist bound and a bulge in his underwear made me aroused. I took a seat on the bed, lifting my left foot. “I want you to kiss my leg. Since I’m a p*****t too.”
The way he smiled at me filled my chest with love for him. Beau lowered his lips and kissed first my toes, then the top of my foot, and continued up my ankle and calf. When he reached my knee, he stopped. “Do you know the significance of kissing your foot, my mistress?”
I shook my head; my knowledge of love and s*x was limited to what I had seen on television and received from Charles. “Tell me.”
“It means I submit to you.
