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“Then, what do you say, Indigo?” he asks as he pulls his cock out of my mouth with his hand, tapping it against my lips and then my cheek.
“I want more.”
He smiles darkly. “What else?”
“Thank you?” I suggest, unsure what he wants.
“Thank you, what?”
“Thank you… Sir?”
His hands fist at his sides as he glowers down at me. “What else do you say to me? And make it detailed.”
“Please can I… suck the rest of your cock?”
“Very good.”
Very good? Why do I sometimes feel as if I’m at sex school with this man, and I’m on lesson one?
He disappears from view, heading behind me, the scrape of wood alerting me to him pulling out a drawer. A moment later, I feel his hand on my ankle, turning my head a little but unable to see for the binds around my arms stop me from pivoting my pelvis enough.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I feel a cuff of some sort envelop one ankle and then another. I hear the clunk of metal, a chain maybe and feel him tying something. And as I try to move, I realize that the belt tied around my arms now has a chain looped through it which is connected to the cuffs around my ankles.
I whimper as he pulls my hair back, twisting my head to the side a little and whispering into my ear. “Nothing I’m using on you has ever been used on anyone else. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I breathe in relief as he leans over me from behind and gently eases my knees wide apart.
As I try to move, I can’t, the chain rendering my body useless.
His breath of arousal blasts hotly against the nape of my neck. From the side, I see him stand up and move around me to face me.
His cock is thick with blood and pointing at the ceiling. It’s apparent that tying me up like this is wickedly arousing to him.
“Can you move?”
I shake my head.
“Good. That’s what I want, Indigo. I want that little hole of yours fully open and available for me to use whenever I want. Can you understand the pleasure that gives me?”
“Yes.”
“Can you tolerate it?”
Tolerateit? As outraged as my current state leaves me, I think I could have an orgasm just thinking about it…
“Yes…Sir.”
“My good girl. You know what it does to me when you say those words to me?”
I nod.
“Good.”
Good…
How can that one little word sound so sinful when it emerges from Greyson’s lips?
“I intend to take away your sight,” he continues, “and your hearing, so that you feel and taste nothing but me. So that you become my compliant little doll. Will you allow me to do that?”
