“My gift to you…you’ll love it. It’s the most I could ever give you. I’ve been waiting for this night to give it to you.” He said this while helping her from her clothes and handcuffing her to the bed; both wrists to the sturdy oak headboard and her ankles to either side of the footboard so that her legs were held parted wide. He repeated the words while running fingers between her breasts, down her belly, among the curls of her pubic hair and across her cunt, along her inner thighs and tracing a path the length of her scarred calves to her small feet.
She trembled. A shiver snaked its way the length of her spine. She exhaled a wavering breath. She smiled. “I can’t wait for it,” she told him.
He smiled at her spread before him, his own gift that special night. He pinched her disfigured n
