I almost fell down if Devin wasn't quick enough to catch me. My legs felt so weak, my knees were also buckling. I was hanging in there for what felt like hours, it literally drained my energy.
He held my waist as he unclasped the last cuff bounding my left hand.
Then he scooped me up from the floor and carried me bridal style out of the red room. I still can't believe what happened. I had to squint when he walked into his main bedroom. The bright, white lights suddenly felt harsh in my eyes.
I nuzzled my head and buried it against his chest. He kept on walking until I heard a door open. Maybe he will take me back to my bedroom. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
I think I've watched a similar movie before. In that film, the dominant didn't want to sleep in the same bed as
