Chapter 158

I was right to panic.

For now, standing, I had my hand handcuffed to the bedpost behind my back, unable to move, for even though I felt fear, I still felt the thrill as I watched him watch me, his hands in his pocket, daring me to complain or even whimper my inconvenience.

I stayed quiet. I stayed still.

The box behind him, he held the wand in hand, and he had switched it on three times. As I heard the vibrating sound, even though it hadn't touched me yet, I shivered.

"A little experiment won't hurt," he had said, but the irony of his words couldn't be missed; somehow, I was paying for everything I had cost him, and he was putting me back in check.

The jogger hung on his hip, and the bulge in his pants couldn't be missed, just like the last time he maintained his control even though he was as hard as a rock.

But here I was, shaking at the sound of the vibrator.

And I was bound; I was at his mercy, and something told me he wouldn't take it easy with