Getting Bent
My hands trembled as I made my way towards Foster. Max’s tie felt heavy in my nervous grip, though it could not have weighed more than a few ounces. It was more about what the tie symbolized in my head.
Punishment.
Ours. Mine and Foster’s. Our careless actions had hurt Max, and our guilt had driven us both to agree to let him punish us. Knowing what I now knew about that first night we all came together, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was just another carefully manipulated scenario to further Max’s plan for the three of us.
Tonight we would be exploring areas of s*x we hadn’t delved into. Had Max wanted this all along? Had it always been his intention to push our unorthodox relationship further into the realm of the taboo?
I didn’t know. And the butterflies in my bell
