Part 2: The Sex Slave

His fingers flew to the knot at my wrist, hurrying to undo it. First one, then the other, and when I was finally free, he scooped his hands beneath me and drew me up to a sitting position. I didn’t get a moment to catch my breath. His lips followed the descent of the shirt collar, and his hot mouth on my neck gave me shivers.

Only, not with fear, but with enjoyment.

Too much was swirling in my head. His harsh, angry actions earlier. The bathtub. And now pleasure. I was adrift with nothing to cling to.

I sat still and let him taste...