The bedroom was colder than the living room.

Julian closed the door behind us and pointed at the center of the large platform bed. I walked to it on unsteady legs. Cum from the first round still leaked down my thighs with every step. He watched the trail it left on the dark floor without comment.

“Lie on your back. Hands above your head. Legs open.”

I did. The sheets were black and cool against my overheated skin. Julian opened a low drawer in the nightstand and took out a length of soft black rope. He didn’t ask permission. He simply looped it around both of my wrists and secured...