In the days that followed, I secretly continued seeing Lawrence behind my parents' backs.
His skills were undeniably good; even without really sleeping with me, he could drive me to the brink, leaving me drenched in sweat. I finally experienced the intense pleasure I had longed for.
But gradually, he became dissatisfied with our simple games and began showing his true nature.
He coaxed me into going to his house, where he tied me up, claiming it would "spice things up."
The ropes slithered and wrapped around my body, leaving red marks that hinted at more than just playful restraint and chafing me until I was covered in bruises.
There was one time he got too carried away. He didn't care about my well-being at all. He tightened a cord around my neck and watched with twisted delight as I
