'You just can't wait for it, can you?' he asked quietly. 'You're such a slut... my God, am I going to have some fun with you this afternoon...' Swiftly, he grabbed the hand with which I'd been stroking myself and bent my fingers sharply back. I gasped with the sudden pain as he fished around inside the holdall, keeping my hand prisoner the while. His hand emerged grasping a length of rope and before I knew what was happening, he'd secured my wrist with the rope and jerked my arm up as he passed the rope through the bars of the headboard, made a loop around my throat, took it back through the bars and then secured it to my other wrist...

Karla 10-04-2007 01:20:57 Spice |