LILIANA
The sound of the tie sliding through his fingers is maddening slow, heightening my anxiety as I hold onto the railing for my dear life.
I should be rebelling now if I were in my right senses but somehow, I'm doing every of his bidding without so much pressure from him.
How the f**k did I go from fighting him at every turn to agreeing dumbly like a lamb to be sacrificed?
His hand brushes my wrist to loop the fabric around it, and I nearly jump. His touch lingers on my skin, warm and firm and very unlike…unlike Kyle's.
What is wrong with me for f***s sake?!
I hate the way my skin tingles under his fingertips. It's foreign to me and causes a lot of sensory overload. I manage to, very discreetly, press my thighs together to quench the pressure building in my cunt.
His fingers
