The first man to approach me is big and burly. He reminds me of a Viking. When he opens his mouth to speak, his low grumble is exactly what I had anticipated.
“On your knees,” he says gruffly.
I drop to the floor, letting my bare knees rest on the cool marble.
“Someone get her hands,” he says.
I suddenly feel my hands being pulled behind my back and rope being wound around them.
“Wait, wha—”
The gruff man leans down so that his face is inches from mine. He smells like leather and gasoline, and I’m surprised to find myself getting turned on by it.
He grabs my right n****e harshly and twists so hard, I yelp. A stinging pain shoots through my breast, connecting to my p***y. A parallel strand of pleasure weaves through my body the harder he twists. I can’t tell if I like this or not. Al
