I get to my feet, abandoning him on the bed as he yells for me to untie him. I go to the door and close it shut, making sure to use a key for good measure.

A sigh of relief escapes him when he realises I'm not taking off without freeing him from the predicament he got himself into. I slowly tread towards him, each step carefully thought out with respect to the heels on my feet.

“Camilla, uncuff me right now,” He growls, striving to break the cuffs with his free hand. Watching him like this is fulfilling. I like to see him striving for something because always achieves...