The tick of the clock woke me up. At least, I thought it was the tick of the clock.

In fact, it was the click of the lock as Gloria bound me to our bed. I had a moment to try to figure out what had happened while I’d been asleep. While I pondered, Gloria remained busy, binding my ankles to the footboard of the bed with thick leather straps. She was wearing only a black negligee, and her honey-colored hair was loose to the middle of her back.

I glanced at the clock to my left. It was almost two in the morning. Yet even at this late hour, Gloria appeared to be wide-awake. We’d been out earlier in the evening — an engagement party for friends of ours — and we’d returned home before midnight, fucked in the shower, and crawled into bed together. Exhausted, or so I’d thought —... Leer Más