Panic tore through me and I gave him a panicked look. Straining against leather straps which bound my neck, biceps, waist, thighs and ankles. There was nothing I could do. Nowhere I could go.
I was completely at his mercy. “Don’t do this to me, Mathis.”
He scoffed. “Where’s all that fire now?”
“I can’t do this.”
“It’s too late. You’re here. And you’re mine. And I’m going to draw what I need from you.”
“What you need?” I was panting in terror. Making my breasts raise and drop. I was positioned horribly awkwardly. Tilted up so my weight was resting along my lower back against the backrest and my thighs which were parted and braced on the parted leg boards. I writhed trying to find a better position, but I was completely immobilized. Unable to find any leverage.
“As I said…” He was
