Chapter 45

I strain in my cuffs, savoring the feel of the pressure around my wrists and ankles, the harsh rasp against my skin as I tug again, and the cuffs pull against me. The sensation is such a contrast to what he’s doing. It only adds to the effect, the harshness and biting ache of being held prisoner juxtaposed with the sensual softness and deep pleasure as though he’s serving me. There’s something so highly sexual about surrendering myself to him this way, letting him fully possess my body, and being unable to stop him. As someone who’s always had to have control in life, never willing to drop her guard, I’m completely helpless to the lure of being his captive. It’s a fantasy I never imagined I would like, but it seems exactly what I want and need. I can truly let go.

The heat inside me intensifies, and the waves of euphoria begin climbing higher. Whatever he’s doing, combined with being restrained, is certainly talking to my inner goddess, and I’m unraveling effortlessly. I’m cli