thighs.
What was next? Would he leave her on the floor for the remainder of the evening? Or did he have another surprise in store? The anticipation—the unknown was exhilarating.
Colden came out of the bathroom but she could see only his feet and his calves as he approached.
“Master,” she whispered worshipfully.
He didn’t acknowledge her, he strode past her.
Melanee’s shoulders slumped. “Master, didn’t I please you?”
She wanted to spin herself around to keep him within her sight. She struggled to sit upright, but collapsed after a few moments of effort.
“No questions.”
“I only wanted—”
“Don’t you remember the rules? Do not speak unless spoken to.”
She nodded briskly. There was the rustling sound of clothes as he got dressed. Colden left the bedroom. Was he going out for the evening? Would he leave her alone on the floor all night? Her heart thudded inside of her chest.
After an immeasurable amount of time, she heard him padding toward the bedroom. Her heart leapt with pleasure. He stood over her, watching. Obediently, she remained still, in spite of the awkward and uncomfortable position. Her muscles ached, herskin burned from the tightly bound restraints, but she didn’t so much as twitch. Glorying under his gaze, she waited for his instruction.
The sudden flash of light startled her. “Do you know how beautiful you are—right now—like this?”
“Yes, sir.”
Another flash brightened the room as he captured the image of her naked and fettered.
Colden bent down to her level. Gripping the strong rope, he pulled her to her feet, positioning her backward, so that the ropes could be fully viewed. Melanee was nothing more than a prop. The intricately tied ropes were the main attraction.
It took at least forty-five minutes for Colden to undo all the intricate knots. Free from bondage, the ropes fell to the floor.
As Colden held the camera, admiring the images of Melanee in bondage, she couldn’t help from noting that he was becoming aroused. She licked her lips at the sight of the big dick that was clearly outlined inside his pants.
“Go ahead,” he mumbled, focused on the pictures, not even bothering to gaze at her.
Melanee ignored the pain in her arms and her wrists. With Colden’s permission, she unzipped his pants, retrieved his lengthy dick and feasted while he scrolled through the images in his camera.
CHAPTER 17
A s planned, Lincoln walked into the BMW service center at ten minutes to four.
“Do you have a scheduled appointment, sir? We close at four,” said a lean, young white guy, dressed in tan khakis, blue shirt and striped tie. He was sorting through a stack of yellow invoices as he stood behind the counter.
From the garage area in the back, Lincoln could hear the animated voices of laborers, loud and cheerful. Their work day was soon coming to an end.
“I didn’t know that an appointment was necessary,” Lincoln said. “I just stopped in to get a price on a part.”
With furrowed brows, the service rep glanced up at the clock, not wanting to be left behind when his coworkers started heading home. His worried look quickly morphed into a courteous smile. “What part are you looking for?” His pleasant tone of voice and willingness to help, announced that this young man had been given excellent job training.
Wondering if he could pick his wife’s ex-paramour, Raheem, from the group of mechanics, Lincoln leaned his head to the side, scrutinizing the fleeting silhouetted figures that moved noisily inside the garage. The men were becoming increasingly loud and jubilant as quitting time grew near.
A rugged-looking, dark-complexioned worker came out of the garage and sauntered up to the counter with paperwork in his hand. He added a couple of sheets of paper to the pile that wasnext to the computer. “You still working?” He turned his nose up at the young white guy, as if the idea of putting in an extra minute was a punishable crime.
“Man, they
What was next? Would he leave her on the floor for the remainder of the evening? Or did he have another surprise in store? The anticipation—the unknown was exhilarating.
Colden came out of the bathroom but she could see only his feet and his calves as he approached.
“Master,” she whispered worshipfully.
He didn’t acknowledge her, he strode past her.
Melanee’s shoulders slumped. “Master, didn’t I please you?”
She wanted to spin herself around to keep him within her sight. She struggled to sit upright, but collapsed after a few moments of effort.
“No questions.”
“I only wanted—”
“Don’t you remember the rules? Do not speak unless spoken to.”
She nodded briskly. There was the rustling sound of clothes as he got dressed. Colden left the bedroom. Was he going out for the evening? Would he leave her alone on the floor all night? Her heart thudded inside of her chest.
After an immeasurable amount of time, she heard him padding toward the bedroom. Her heart leapt with pleasure. He stood over her, watching. Obediently, she remained still, in spite of the awkward and uncomfortable position. Her muscles ached, herskin burned from the tightly bound restraints, but she didn’t so much as twitch. Glorying under his gaze, she waited for his instruction.
The sudden flash of light startled her. “Do you know how beautiful you are—right now—like this?”
“Yes, sir.”
Another flash brightened the room as he captured the image of her naked and fettered.
Colden bent down to her level. Gripping the strong rope, he pulled her to her feet, positioning her backward, so that the ropes could be fully viewed. Melanee was nothing more than a prop. The intricately tied ropes were the main attraction.
It took at least forty-five minutes for Colden to undo all the intricate knots. Free from bondage, the ropes fell to the floor.
As Colden held the camera, admiring the images of Melanee in bondage, she couldn’t help from noting that he was becoming aroused. She licked her lips at the sight of the big dick that was clearly outlined inside his pants.
“Go ahead,” he mumbled, focused on the pictures, not even bothering to gaze at her.
Melanee ignored the pain in her arms and her wrists. With Colden’s permission, she unzipped his pants, retrieved his lengthy dick and feasted while he scrolled through the images in his camera.
CHAPTER 17
A s planned, Lincoln walked into the BMW service center at ten minutes to four.
“Do you have a scheduled appointment, sir? We close at four,” said a lean, young white guy, dressed in tan khakis, blue shirt and striped tie. He was sorting through a stack of yellow invoices as he stood behind the counter.
From the garage area in the back, Lincoln could hear the animated voices of laborers, loud and cheerful. Their work day was soon coming to an end.
“I didn’t know that an appointment was necessary,” Lincoln said. “I just stopped in to get a price on a part.”
With furrowed brows, the service rep glanced up at the clock, not wanting to be left behind when his coworkers started heading home. His worried look quickly morphed into a courteous smile. “What part are you looking for?” His pleasant tone of voice and willingness to help, announced that this young man had been given excellent job training.
Wondering if he could pick his wife’s ex-paramour, Raheem, from the group of mechanics, Lincoln leaned his head to the side, scrutinizing the fleeting silhouetted figures that moved noisily inside the garage. The men were becoming increasingly loud and jubilant as quitting time grew near.
A rugged-looking, dark-complexioned worker came out of the garage and sauntered up to the counter with paperwork in his hand. He added a couple of sheets of paper to the pile that wasnext to the computer. “You still working?” He turned his nose up at the young white guy, as if the idea of putting in an extra minute was a punishable crime.
“Man, they
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