Once the shirt was fully open, he positioned my arms behind my back and slid the material down to my elbows. Although I couldn’t see what he was doing, it seemed that he was tying both sides together, creating his own version of a straitjacket. He stepped back to admire his work. “Gorgeous.”
And submissive.
He’d taken away my voice and hands, and I was completely at his mercy.
I couldn’t reciprocate.
I couldn’t communicate what I wanted, needed.
I could only take.
And by the looks of it, that was about to start now as his hand returned to the spot between my legs.
The motion he used was circular, like he was spreading my wetness from my c**t to my p***y, and my hips slid back and forth in anticipation.
“Do you feel the difference?” His mouth was near my neck, his words hitting my s
