PART 1
I feel the leather tighten around my wrists as I close my eyes and take in his scent. It’s been so long since I was in this room. I wish I could touch him. The material pinches my skin, but I know better than to whimper. He wants me absolutely silent while he uses me. I had to learn this the hard way.
“Have you been a good girl?” he murmured softly in my ear, while tugging on the restraints, making certain that my hands are completely bound. I nodded my head vigorously, the ball gag firm in my mouth, making me unable to speak.
It had been an entire month since I had seen him last, and I hadn’t touched myself once. Not even the nights I found myself dreaming about the past, my body subconsciously grinding against the pillows while my pussy throbbed, aching for him.