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“You heard me, Princess. Now get naked.”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times as she searches for the words to argue with.
“Zo. I’m not going to hurt you, but I am going to punish you. Now you can either get your clothes off yourself, or I’ll fucking tear them off. It’s up to you how they fare.”
The timidness she had moments ago falls away as her stare hardens and she curls her lip before she starts to take her clothes off.
While she does that, I tie the four lengths of rope to create slip knots, my eyes darting between the red rope and Zoe’s creamy flesh as more and more is revealed.
“There. I’m naked. What now?” she snaps, and I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hide my smirk.
“Get on the table.”
“What?” she gasps, and I point to the table in question.
“I didn’t stutter, Princess. Get on the fucking table.”
Glaring at me, she struts past. “You can be such a dick.”
She’s not wrong.
Turning, Zoe presses her bare ass to the table before bracing it with her hands and lifting herself up.
“There. I’m on the table.”
“Lie back in the middle.” I demand, and she huffs, scooting back to get into position before lying down.
“You can at least tell me what’s about to happen. Not every surprise is welcome.” She spits, and I chuckle, taking the first rope and looping it around her ankle.
“You remember after your dad first ran off and left you behind?” I ask and she rolls her eyes.
“How can I forget?”
Lowering to my haunches, I begin to secure the rope to the leg of the table. “Remember how I interrogated you?”
“Again, how could I forget?” She snaps, and I check the first rope is firmly in place before standing and looping the second rope around her other ankle before dropping low again to secure it to the other leg.
When I stand, I pull the rope tight and it drags her ankle across to the corner, opening her wide.
Her gasp alone makes my dick hard, but it’s the sight of her already slick folds that has it weeping.
“Do you specifically remember the time I tied you to the chair?”
Her face falls, and panic flicks over her expression before she sits up and reaches for her ankle.
“Uh-uh,” I say, gripping her wrists and forcing her hands away from the binds before I drag her back as she struggles.
“Grayson! Let me go!”
“Nope. You’ve been bad, Princess. So now you get punished.”
“You fucking asshole! Let me go!”
As she struggles, I manage to get one of the other ropes up off the floor and over her wrist before tugging it tight and quickly securing it in place to the third table leg.
“I haven’t consented to this!” she screeches, but I ignore her, grabbing up the last rope and finishing tying her to my table. “Grayson. Untie me.”
Chuckling, I move back around the table to her feet and run my hands up her legs. “No way. This is going to be too much fun.”
