Page 16 of Crazed

I position the middle of the rope on the metal then motion with my finger for her to come to me.

Her hips sway as she steps forward. She pauses in front of me.

"Hands above your head, fingers laced together," I order.

She obeys.

I slide my hands over her arms and secure the rope around her wrists. With the excess rope, I twist it down her arms. Then I put the rest over her chest and around her breasts. I make a final loop one time around her rib cage before securing it.

I stand back and stare with pride at my beautiful blonde bombshell.

A cloud moves in the sky, and more sunlight streams through the window. She's a Michelangelo, fascinating enough to go into any museum. She looks helpless. And innocent. Neither are things anyone on the street would ever say about her. The blood-red rope against her pale Russian skin competes with the black ball gag peeking out of her blood-red lips. It's pure perfection.

I turn her halfway so I'm on one side and the window is on her other. The wall in front of her has a floor-length mirror. If anyone is watching, they'll get a good show. And I can see every angle of her from behind her. I lick her earlobe and assert, "It's time to lean over, dolce. Daddy's ready to spank you."

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Massimo'swarm flesh presses into my skin. His hand circles my waist then traces the rope around my breast.

I stare at the mirror, getting turned on about everything I see.

Sunlight beams hotter through the window, and it only fuels the tension in the air. The more I stare at the red rope around my body or the black gag in my mouth, the more turned on I get.

I'm unsure why I love it when Massimo restrains me, or why I'm suddenly excited to do explicit things in front of my neighbors, or how I can wear this gag and not freak out.

I used to when they put one on me.

I shudder, remembering all the times I had panic attacks. The balls were bigger than the one Massimo slipped in my mouth. I don't know if it's the size that makes it okay or just because it's Massimo. Everything I do with him turns me on, and nothing feels off-limits.

He kisses the back of my neck. I reprimand myself for thinking of my past, and I try to push the thought as far away from me as possible.

I'm with Massimo now.

For how long though?

It doesn't matter. He's mine at this moment.

He's going to kill me one day.

"What's wrong?" Massimo frets, moving in front of me.

I snap out of my internal debate and try to talk, forgetting about the gag. I turn quiet when I realize I can't speak and begin to panic.

"Breathe," Massimo commands, demonstrating what I should do.

I follow his lead and return to sucking on the ball and breathing through my nose as he instructed. When I'm calm, he asks, "Do you want me to stop?"

I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head.

"You sure? You seemed far away."

I shake my head again.

He cups my cheek, studying me how he always does whenever he worries. He finally asks, "Then you're okay? You want to resume?"

There's no doubt in my mind. Now that I'm restrained and at his mercy, there's no way I would tell him to stop. My entire body is humming with anticipation, so I eagerly nod.

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