But I wasn’t done.
Oh no.
I kept talking. Because apparently, I can’t stop when I’m turned on and terrified at the same time.
“You’re telling me this room..this whole b**m fantasy s*x room..was built just for me? What if I don’t even like it? What if I panic? What if I cry? What if I come so hard I forget my name and then fall asleep tied to a bench with my ass in the air and the cleaning staff finds me like that and takes pictures?”
“You’re gonna love it,” he said. “Because I know your body better than you do.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth with a slick pop and stepped behind me. I felt his hand wrap around my wrists, pulling them behind my back slowly.
He moved like he was unwrapping a present.only I was the present. His filthy little Omega toy. Knocked up. Blindfolded. Soak
