Squeezed into a corner, all I could see was Victor’s chest and broad shoulders in front of me. But I could feel the press of eyes on the other side of him, and was grateful for his protection.
Now I was even more curious. What would it feel like to stand there like he had done and take his blows? Was he going to hit me with the rope? Or maybe spank me? Wasn’t that the usual thing that went on in a place like this? A little slap and tickle…
Vic tor pressed the button on his phone and pocketed it. “Okay, now it’s my minute.”
With a few twists of his fingers, he held out a figure eight that he had made from the rope. “Put your hands through here.”
I stuck a hand through each loop, still holding the ruler. I wasn’t going to let him take it from me for fear that he would use it on me. Now I was regretting how hard I hit him there at the end. But he had taken it without making a sound, acting like it was nothing. For some reason, I couldn’t stop trying to get a reaction out of him.
Now i t was my turn.
He tightened the loops around my wrists, drawing my hands palms together, like I was in handcuffs.
“Oh, I see,” I said. I twisted my hands, trying to test how strong it was. I couldn’t get free.
Vic tor lifted my arms over my head, holding onto the rope, and then pulled my wrists down behind my neck. My hands went to the back of my head, my elbows pointing upward.
Before I could grasp what was happening, he put one firm arm around my waist, walking me a step backward. My back went hard against the brick wall. It didn’t look that clean, so I was glad my own hair was tucked inside the wig.
Then he lean ed into me, and I couldn’t think about anything else. I was trapped, my wrists tied and pulled down behind my neck, as Victor pressed me against the brick wall. His big, hard body was against mine. I couldn’t move, completely enveloped by him.
A rush of pleasure nearly overpowered me. It felt so good! With my head swooning, I almost didn’t hear him.
“ You didn’t negotiate for a way to stop,” he murmured.
As soon as h e said that, I knew I was in trouble. I struggled against him, but he held me without any effort on his part. I couldn’t pull my wrists from behind my head, and I couldn’t budge his body against mine.
His eyes were hard and dark ened. He looked like a completely different person, all sharp angles in his face, disgust oozing out of him.
It turned ugly so fast, I couldn’t think.
“ This is what happens to stupid girls like you who let strangers tie them up,” he growled. “What did you think was going to happen? You let some random guy do anything he wants to you? You throw your trust away on the first person who asks?”
I couldn’t move; he was holding me too tightly.
Let me go, I wanted to scream. My mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“I could do anything I want to you,” Vic tor told me. “You think the cops are going to believe a girl who goes to a club like this to pick up guys? They’ll believe a man like me. I could shove that skirt up and take you right here in front of these men. They would lap it up. I’d be done before that bouncer got back here to break it up.”
I knew he could. I was caught in his grip, struck dumb by my own stupidity. He had locked me up tight at his mercy with only a tiny piece of rope.
No, it was his words, the barely restrained fury in his voice that told me not to fight or I would unleash a monster.
“Or I could squeeze your throat until you see stars and start to black out,” he said, rubbing his thumb along the base of my neck. “That happens to girls like you. Girls who think they’re better than everyone else. But you’re not better. You’re crawling around in the filth with everyone else here, asking for something you don’t even understand.”
Suddenly something inside of me broke. He was right. What was I doing here? I put myself in his hands, so he could do anything he wanted to me. I
Now I was even more curious. What would it feel like to stand there like he had done and take his blows? Was he going to hit me with the rope? Or maybe spank me? Wasn’t that the usual thing that went on in a place like this? A little slap and tickle…
Vic tor pressed the button on his phone and pocketed it. “Okay, now it’s my minute.”
With a few twists of his fingers, he held out a figure eight that he had made from the rope. “Put your hands through here.”
I stuck a hand through each loop, still holding the ruler. I wasn’t going to let him take it from me for fear that he would use it on me. Now I was regretting how hard I hit him there at the end. But he had taken it without making a sound, acting like it was nothing. For some reason, I couldn’t stop trying to get a reaction out of him.
Now i t was my turn.
He tightened the loops around my wrists, drawing my hands palms together, like I was in handcuffs.
“Oh, I see,” I said. I twisted my hands, trying to test how strong it was. I couldn’t get free.
Vic tor lifted my arms over my head, holding onto the rope, and then pulled my wrists down behind my neck. My hands went to the back of my head, my elbows pointing upward.
Before I could grasp what was happening, he put one firm arm around my waist, walking me a step backward. My back went hard against the brick wall. It didn’t look that clean, so I was glad my own hair was tucked inside the wig.
Then he lean ed into me, and I couldn’t think about anything else. I was trapped, my wrists tied and pulled down behind my neck, as Victor pressed me against the brick wall. His big, hard body was against mine. I couldn’t move, completely enveloped by him.
A rush of pleasure nearly overpowered me. It felt so good! With my head swooning, I almost didn’t hear him.
“ You didn’t negotiate for a way to stop,” he murmured.
As soon as h e said that, I knew I was in trouble. I struggled against him, but he held me without any effort on his part. I couldn’t pull my wrists from behind my head, and I couldn’t budge his body against mine.
His eyes were hard and dark ened. He looked like a completely different person, all sharp angles in his face, disgust oozing out of him.
It turned ugly so fast, I couldn’t think.
“ This is what happens to stupid girls like you who let strangers tie them up,” he growled. “What did you think was going to happen? You let some random guy do anything he wants to you? You throw your trust away on the first person who asks?”
I couldn’t move; he was holding me too tightly.
Let me go, I wanted to scream. My mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“I could do anything I want to you,” Vic tor told me. “You think the cops are going to believe a girl who goes to a club like this to pick up guys? They’ll believe a man like me. I could shove that skirt up and take you right here in front of these men. They would lap it up. I’d be done before that bouncer got back here to break it up.”
I knew he could. I was caught in his grip, struck dumb by my own stupidity. He had locked me up tight at his mercy with only a tiny piece of rope.
No, it was his words, the barely restrained fury in his voice that told me not to fight or I would unleash a monster.
“Or I could squeeze your throat until you see stars and start to black out,” he said, rubbing his thumb along the base of my neck. “That happens to girls like you. Girls who think they’re better than everyone else. But you’re not better. You’re crawling around in the filth with everyone else here, asking for something you don’t even understand.”
Suddenly something inside of me broke. He was right. What was I doing here? I put myself in his hands, so he could do anything he wanted to me. I
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