My eyes widened as he released my hands and stood, disappearing down the hall. I lay there, my chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the weight of his command lingering in the air. The room felt charged, like a storm ready to break. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, the ache between my thighs growing more insistent with every passing second. My fingers twitched above my head, but I didn’t move.
Not an inch.
The sound of his footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by the clatter of something being moved. My heart pounded in anticipation, and I bit my lip to stifle the whimper threatening to escape. When he finally reappeared, he was carrying a length of black cotton rope in one hand and a wicked grin on his face. My breath hitched as I realized what he had i
