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few long moments I was standing. Eric lifted me off the ground and hooked his arms around my legs and back. He walked through his house and down a darkened hallway. I couldn’t see very well with my face covered in salty tears and my hair disarrayed, but Eric didn’t seem to have any problem maneuvering us around.
    We walked into the last room down the hall. The bedroom was dark, except for the moonlight cascading in from the open windows. Without a care, Eric tossed me down on the bed, my legs dangling off the edge. I scrambled to sit up, but he stopped me.
    “Stay just as you are,” he said and I froze. I held myself up by my elbows, my knees bent and once more exposed.
    Eric crouched down and lowered to the bed, towering above me. His cologne tickled my senses. He wore a mixture of spice and wood, and it called for me to draw closer.
    “You can’t handle this, Alexandra. What I could put you through…” His words trailed away, but I didn’t need to hear the rest to understand he was disappointed.
    “You’re already crying so much that I think you’re honestly in trouble.”
    “No. I-I’m not!”
    “And you seem to forget quickly what I want from you.”
    “Please, Sir,” I said the correct way. “I want this.”
    “Why?”
    I looked down, only to have my chin brought back up high by his hand.
    “I want to be strong, like Whitney.”
    “Thank you for that compliment,” he replied. “Unfortunately, you’d be much more work than her.”
    “I can do it.”
    Eric stared at me, determining my fate. He shifted off the bed and walked across the room. I followed his every move as he fished into a large cabinet in the corner and produced a handful of thick rope. He returned to the bed and set the rope down next to me.
    “Hold your legs spread against yourself,” he ordered.
    I pulled my legs back tight against my stomach, holding them by my knees. Eric began to wrap the first part of the rope around one of my ankles and when I felt it knot into place, I started to panic and pushed away. He grabbed my leg to hold me in place, his eyes on mine in question.
    “I-I don’t know–” I tried to speak but the words were stuck dry in my mouth.
    Eric’s grip softened when my frightened gaze met his.
    “Come here,” he said gently. I obeyed him and sat up, the rope still around my ankle.
    “Touch it,” Eric said, extending the rope out as a peace offering. With shaking hands, I touched the material, surprised to find how soft it was.
    “Ropes are very safe to use. The knots I make are tight enough so that you will be secure, but they won’t cut off your circulation. I use the same tie in each one so in case of an emergency they can easily be released.”
    He explained everything so normally it was hard not to feel at ease. I nodded my head slowly and lowered my gaze.
    “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered with embarrassment.
    “It’s nothing to be afraid of, but as your Master, I would need to know your fears and weaknesses.”
    He patted the bed with one hand, ordering me to lie back down. Timidly, I did so, holding my knees up to my breasts one last time. Eric placed his fingers to the back of my exposed thigh and drew tiny circles with his thumb. He started to wrap the rope around my ankle once more, and I watched as he twisted and turned it every which way.
    Before I knew it, I was bound, my hands tied to my knees. A cool breeze brushed past my exposed skin, making me shiver. Eric brought another set of ropes and attached one loop to the bed’s end post. He tied it to my leg and gave a tug to show me its purpose. It forced me in place, holding me open. He repeated the same ties to my other leg and stepped back to admire his work.
    “What are you feeling right now, Alexandra?” he asked me.
    “Fear, cold, embarrassment, Sir,” I answered truthfully.
    “And nothing else? Not beautiful? Sexy? Aroused?”
    There was an arousal to the position I was in, but I didn’t know if I could admit it out loud