I pant hard as I stare up at Rafael, my hands bound tightly to the cold, unyielding bedpost. The leather cuffs dig into my wrists, keeping my arms stretched above my head, the unforgiving metal frame holding me captive. My fingers curl and flex in futile attempts to test the bounds, the soft material of the restraints contrasting sharply with the rough, unrelenting iron that keeps me anchored in place. I feel every breath hitch in my throat as Rafael's gaze burns into me, the dim light casting shadows that dance across the room, accentuating the tension coiled between us. The bindings bite into my skin, a constant reminder of my vulnerability, yet the sensation is both terrifying and thrilling.
"How are we doing, pet?" Rafael's voice is a low, teasing growl, breaking through the haze of s
