Chapter Thirteen
He returned to the room, holding a long piece of rope and a knife, as I lay in the bed and watched him meticulously cut it in two. He stood above the mattress, looking down at me with a grin. Extending his hand, I reached mine in his, and he pulled me up and lifted off the t-shirt I was wearing. He carefully lifted one of my arms above my head, tightly secured it to the bedpost, and then did the same with the other. He was cautious not to hurt me when making the knots, asking over and over if it was too tight. Taking off his shirt and crawling on top of me, he rested himself between my legs.
“I can do whatever I want to you,” he said, in a taunting voice, as he gently kissed my neck. Running his tongue from my neck up to my ear, he whispered: “You ever have a man make lo
