Oliver’s examination of my body was more meticulous than other eyes getting their first glance at my physical attributes. His hands, ever present, combed my flesh like I belonged to him. And though I’d felt mauled and used before, this time I felt connected to the hands that perpetrated the fervid exploration. I was exclaiming ‘yes, yes, yes’ in muted tones, asking for more and swaying with the satisfaction.
"Do you like being bound?" he whispered to me softly. He was behind me, cupping my breasts in his hands, nuzzling my neck with his bearded face. Standing before the window, I might have thought he was displaying me before the world, though there was little way anyone could see inside without examining the window very closely. Still, the idea of being exposed heightened my arous
