Josie’s POVThe blindfold was soaked through,tears, sweat, drool,but Alexander didn’t remove it.He didn’t speak either.Not yet.I heard the soft metallic clink of the cuffs being unhooked from the headboard. My arms fell limply to my sides, shoulders screaming from the strain, but the relief lasted only seconds.Strong hands gripped under my arms and hauled me upright. My legs were jelly; he had to hold most of my weight as he walked me backward across the room.My bare feet met cold polished wood.Then colder metal.He pressed my spine against something smooth and unyielding,a tall, padded St. Andrew’s cross bolted to the far wall. The leather covering smelled faintly of clean saddle soap and older, darker things.“Arms up,” he ordered, voice stripped to its lowest register.I obeyed instantly.He cuffed each wrist high above my head, spreading me wide. Ankles next,spread even wider. The position forced my back to arch slightly, breasts thrust forward, cunt still dripping his cum d
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