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“Any preference? Nylon? Cotton? Polyester?”

“I… I don’t know.”

He smiled kindly. “Would you prefer something soft?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Great. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

He opened the door, letting in the pounding music, then shut it behind him.

Once he was gone, I started to have a panic attack.

What are you DOING?!

You’re in a SEX club in fucking THAILAND, and you’re going to let a stranger tie you up! You IDIOT!

I stood there, wondering if I should bolt out of the room –

But I didn’t.

My need was greater than my fear.

And then… after a couple of minutes passed… I began to fear I’d been duped.

That the man had taken my money and wasn’t coming back.

I wondered if I should just leave –

When there was a gentle knock on the door.

The handsome man smiled apologetically when he walked in. “Sorry. Took me a while to find what I wanted.”

Around his shoulder was a large coil of thin, white rope. He held another in his hand.

My heart beat twice as fast as normal.

The gorgeous man shut the door, dropped both coils of rope on the floor, and gestured to the chair. “If you will.”

I hesitated, then sat down on the chair.

“If at any point you want me to stop, just say so,” he said.“You’rein complete control. Just tell me, and I’ll do whatever you want. Would you like me to proceed?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He smiled and knelt down in front of me –

Just like Prince Charming kneeling before Cinderella.

I was 22 years old –

But for a second, I was 16 again, back in the room with my captor.

The gorgeous man in the suit began to tie the rope gently around my ankles.

The rope sliding across my skin felt like pure sex.

Betterthan sex.

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