She was stiff and sore from the previous nights session as she knelt by the chair. She could still feel the ropes that had pulled her wrists so tightly together behind her back and as much as she hated to admit it, the light bruises on her tits were a delicious reminder of how much she enjoyed the way he had tied them so tightly. She knew he liked her like that. Tied and vulnerable. Damned if she didn’t like it, too.
She was snapped out of her reverie by the approaching sound of his car crunching the gravel in the driveway. She knew what to expect but was still caught slightly off guard when the door swung open and he stepped in, still smelling of sweat and dirt.
Her mind briefly replayed the events of last night behind her eyes. There was a flash of the ropes, his voice growling in her ear ‘you’re mine, fucking whore’ and the sting of the clamps on her nipples, which were beginning to harden again with the thought of his teeth gently nibbling them.
‘Hello, baby girl.’ He said smoothly. ‘Are you ready to go again?’
