She moved to one side, my eyes following her. She bent over, and I heard a rustling sound. Then she stood again, and leaned over the bed. I felt something close around my wrist. I blinked, and my wrist was tied to the bed frame.
I tried to protest, to say something, but she jumped on the bed and wrapped another rope around my other wrist. Quickly, she fastened it to the bed frame. I lay there in shock as she tied my ankles as well. No longer was I excited. I was scared.
“What are you doing?” I asked weakly. I couldn’t see, but I could sense her smile in the darkness.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Untie these damn ropes.”
She laughed. “I don’t think so. You’re the one who started this. YOU came to ME. You can’t back out now.”
I lay there, miserable. She was right; I had gotten myself into this. Now all I had to do was figure out a way out of it.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, but instead of finding it alluring, it sounded threatening.
“Here, maybe this will make things easier.”
She was beside me. I tried to move away, but I was bound too tight.
Something went around my head, over my eyes. I was blindfolded. She laughed.
“There. Much better.” Not as far as I was concerned. I was terrified.
I felt her on the bed with me, and cringed. I cried out as I felt her mouth close over my left nipple. Her hand was on my mound, and my entire body shuddered. She spoke softly.
“There, there, everything will be all right. You just relax. We aren’t going anywhere for quite a while, so just relax and enjoy yourself.”