"Just getting started," he repeated.
He turned his back on her, then slowly stepped away, around the wood prop supporting her right leg, disappearing behind her. She heard herself breathing. And him. Then his hands were on her ankles, dragging her and the wood props backward. Back, back, and inch by inch as her legs slid back, her wrist restraints pulled her torso forward until her chest faced the ground and her ass was suspended between her bound ankles. Oh god. No.
His hands. Exploring her shape. Her contours. Spreading her. Her whole body suddenly rigid. His touch came sliding between.
"Please," she sobbed, breaking her vow of silence. "Please don't."
"But," he pressed himself against her, his sweaty chest and stomach against her sweaty back, his hard-on sliding between her cheeks,
