It wasn’t a proper tying up and he knew it. He had grabbed one of his ties—blue with a white diamonds. He roughly pushed my hands above my head and wound the tie around my wrists, whispering fiercely that…
It wasn’t a proper tying up and he knew it. He had grabbed one of his ties—blue with a white diamonds. He roughly pushed my hands above my head and wound the tie around my wrists, whispering fiercely that…