I felt like I had been here for hours. The handcuffs were getting sweaty, and my blindfold felt like it had always been there.
I could hear Dee and his boys out in the living room. I had wanted him to take it up a notch, but this seemed over the top. Dee was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. His dark chocolate skin gave way to tattoos on his biceps, all marking his love for family. Dee was clean shaven, with a perfect haircut and trimmed beard everyday. I loved to look up at him in bed, and to look down on him while I rode him. Our sex was so perfect, he always made sure I came. He wore a suit with no tie to work, and could cook up a feast on a moment’s notice.
I heard movement outside. I was handcuffed to the headboard. My legs were straight up in the air – ceiling hooks held the ropes that kept them there. I was vulnerable – and couldn’t see either. Thankfully there was no gag in my mouth, or no one would hear me from Dee’s bedroom if something bad happened.