Bound
I tested the straps around my wrists, they were still secure. Damn! The leather snapped against my bare arse, I breathed heavily through the sodden material in my mouth, and fought back the tears. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I ground my teeth against the lace of my panties, (he'd stuffed them in my mouth during the last tirade of abuse I'd hurled at him,) and let out a small growl of defiance. The floorboards creaked as he moved to talk to me. I could see him out of the corner of my...
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