Jared tied my ankle to the bedposts as I watched him.

His face was set, his demeanor serious, his movements economical. His cock was hard in his black jeans, but that was just a physical reaction to him exerting his power over me.

“What did you forget to do today?” he asked.

My body quivered, and my pussy clenched. The anticipation of punishment, the excitement of submitting, a flicker of worry and a whole lot of uncontrollable arousal overwhelmed me.

He quickly tied down my other leg. I was spread-eagle, and he was staring at me.

“To reschedule your dentist appointment,” I answered meekly.

I blinked. My heart was trip-hammering. Minor moments of forgetfulness were often twisted to address our mutual need for my submission — and I... Read More