Sweet Dreams
He pulled back, gaze sharp.
“I’m not done watching you fall apart,” he said, voice hoarse. “But this time, I want your wrists tied.”
My stomach dropped. My pussy clenched. I nodded in anticipation.
He smirked, reached for something in the drawer—a long, black silk tie. He kissed my knuckles, then raised both my arms above my head and bound them to the headboard, tight enough to make me tremble, but not enough to hurt.
Then he stood back and looked at me.