The ropes bit into my skin like a lover’s teeth…firm, unyielding, delicious. I hung suspended in the center of the dimly lit chamber, my wrists bound high above my head, ankles pulled wide and secured to the same heavy chains that kept me airborne. My body formed a taut, trembling X, every muscle stretched open, every secret place on full, shameless display. The air was thick with the scent of leather, warm wax, and the sharp, clean musk of my own arousal.My name is Mika. And tonight, I belonged entirely to Sharon.She circled me slowly, her barefoot on the cool stone floor, her long black hair cascading down her back. She wore nothing but a pair of black lace panties and a thin leather collar that matched the one locked around my throat. Her body was all soft curves, full breasts that swayed with each step, hips that rolled with predatory grace, thighs strong enough to crush or cradle. In her hand she held a length of crimson silk rope, the same deep red as the ropes currently marki
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