For the next few days, Knox didn’t speak to me again about his family, and I didn’t bring it up.
He left me during the days to paint, and tied me up at night in the mirrored room. When he tied me up, I remembered not to call him Knox. His father’s name.
He never took my virginity, but oh! The other things he did to me scorched my body and sent me into gasping orgasms.
The first night after he told me his story, he bound me not with handcuffs, but with a long silk tie that he wound around my entire body. I was immobilized on the bed, and he rolled me over, sinking his tongue deep into me until I shuddered and shook, my thighs clenched around his head.
The second night he tied me down on my back. I didn’t know what he was going to do until the first drips of red candlewax fell on
