CHAPTER FOUR
I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into as my arms stretch above my head, my wrists are bound and tied to a slat on his headboard. Two pillows prop up my hips as I lay on my belly. The rope feels silky soft, and I find nothing uncomfortable about it. He doesn't restrain me in any other fashion. My legs remain free, my mouth unencumbered, like he knows this is all new to me and he doesn’t want me to be afraid.
I respect him for that, but it makes me curious about how kinky this man can actually get. He’s gentle but firm with everything he does. I almost tell him I wouldn't mind him getting a little rougher.
Along with the rope, he gathered a handful of condoms and a bottle of lubricant, making me wonder how many condoms we will need. Hopefully, enough to leave me boneless and
