His finger took back its place, moving slowly yet smoothly inside me and by now, I was clenching around it. My hands were tied in a tight grip but he had made sure to not make it tight enough to hurt me. A sick part of me wanted it to be tighter. I tried to pull them apart but realized that it was tight after all and would hurt if I resisted.
"Bound, naked and holding onto me for your dear life." He said as he began to thrust his finger into me at a dangerously slow pace. I was flooded with pleasure yet not enough. It was pure torture with the pace he was moving at. "Trust me the only anchor you'll ever need to hold onto, would be me." He continued with the pace and I whined out but was unable to muster proper words. The piece of cloth stuck in my mouth made everything come out muffled. H
