ANGELA’S POVThe rough, yellow rope bit hard into my wrists. I stood flat against the cold metal streetlamp, watching Tony wrap the heavy line around my waist. The street was completely empty, filled only with the sound of our breathing and the dry wind blowing trash across the broken road."Ouch, Tony. That's a bit rough, don't you think?" I said, leaning my head back against the pole. I tried to flash him a teasing smile, putting on my best bad-girl voice to mask the sudden knot of worry in my stomach. "If you wanted to tie me up, you really just had to ask. You didn't need an audience. You know I'm open-minded."Tony didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at my face. He just yanked the rope tight."Sorry, sweetheart. No games today," he said, his voice flat and cold."Oh, come on," I purred, shifting my hips just a little, trying to loosen the tight grip of the nylon. "You've been looking at me all week. Now you've got me right where you want me. Isn't this fun? You want me to beg, big
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