After handing him his drink, Meri looked at him coyly, like a pin-up doll posing cutely. Then she dropped to the floor and crawled with hips rolling like a street slut’s as she made her way to the closet. She opened his toy bag with her teeth and drawing the zipper across the top, she fished around for the rope. After tugging it loose, it trailed behind her as she brought it to him in her mouth.
“Tie me up, Alain…” she said, after he reached out to take her offering. “I don’t care about your past, I never have. Who you were then isn’t who you are to me. I want to be your slave now, as much as ever. As much as I want to be your wife.”
Alain toyed with the rope, his fingers rubbing across the rough fibers. The truth stirred him, and his c**k responded as was typical for a Dominant man face
