I swallowed hard, his tone nothing short of being a direct order. I got on my hands and knees, arms still shaking from my intense climax.
Ellis got off the bed and searched the floor. He returned with a belt. “Let me see your hands,” he ordered clearly and firmly.
“Yes Master,” I obeyed.
I sat back, lifting my arms up obediently. He wrapped the belt around my wrists, securing it in a tight figure eight. Then he looped the strap around the headboard and buckled it in place. I had to support my weight on my knees as my arms were suspended from the leather binding on my wrist.
“Much better,” Ellis growled.
I looked over my shoulder as he removed his clothes. My cheeks burned as he looked at me. He was standing at the end of the bed with a full view of my a*s. I was completely vulnera
