Ava's POV
Leon didn't let me catch my breath fully.
He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing that thick black s*x rope—soft but tough, the kind that he'd always used on me to punish me.
Sweat glistened on his chest, his muscles shifting under the dim light as he moved. He was breathing heavy too, swat dripping from his forehead.
He untied the belt from the bed headboard quick and easy, but left my wrists bound together. The leather had left angry red marks—I could feel them throbbing already, and when circulation rushed back, pins and needles hit my fingers bad.
Then he went lower.
He grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs together, and started wrapping the rope around them—tight loops that locked my thighs at one shot. His abs flexing as he moved. One loop pinched a bit at first, and
