I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before he grabbed a coil of rough rope from the corner of the bed. My eyes widened, shaking my head, but he just smirked as if my resistance made it sweeter.
“On your stomach,” he ordered.
When I hesitated, his hand cracked against my ass so hard it burned. I scrambled onto my belly, heart pounding, but he was already moving, already dragging the rope around my wrists and tying them tight behind my back. The coarse fibers dug into my skin, forcing me helpless.
“Perfect,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down my spine. “Now you can’t fight back. Just how I like it.”
I whimpered into the sheets as he spread my legs wide and knotted my ankles too, leaving me exposed, stretched open, a trembling offering. He stood back for a moment, admiring the
