Pain and Pleasure

I struggled as much as I could but Jericho finally cuffed my second hand. “Get me down this minute!” I yelled and flung my legs in the air but my fight was all fruitless; he cuffed both of my legs and I was immobile.

I shuddered in fear. I have never been held bound, I was always in charge. “Jericho! Get me down!” I yelled and my head ached badly.

Jericho grasped my chin roughly making me look at him. He swiped his finger on my face to clean away some of the blood.

“This is just the beginning. You will fucking crawl out of here by the time I am done with you,” he said in a gravelly tone.

Then he began to take off my dress. I meant…he began to rip every obstruction to my naked body including my panties.

I shuddered as the cold air the room emitted hit my delicate skin. With one tug on the handcuff on my wrist, I knew I was done for. The cuffs were not coming off anytime soon.

Without saying a word, Jericho began to walk towards the door. “Where the fuck are you going!? You asshole?