Bound to Please
by Marteeka Karland
Once more, Jordan reached for the rope. He tied her legs then, bent at the knee, ankle to upper thigh and again a few inches before that. Once both legs were tied, he nodded to the cameraman, who helped him secure a rope that ran under the bed to the rope around her legs. Once done, he pulled her legs apart, tying them so she couldn't close her thighs.
Vivian had never been more glad she'd gone to the spa for a wax. She could see on the monitor how the camera zoomed in on her bare cunt. She could even see the moisture beginning to leak from between her lips. The intense visual made her whimper as she stared at the monitor.
"Does watching yourself make you hot, Vivian?" Jordan's voice was like a velvet caress. Sex wrapped in sin and decadence.