I pull my wrist slightly, but I can hardly move. My arms don’t even bend. The leather straps around my wrists have virtually no give. My ankles are strapped as well and I can barely move my legs at all. I’m completely restrained. My heart beats frantically as his hands move down my body. My ass is higher up and I know why. This bench was made for fucking. And I’m strapped to it. Willingly.

As soon as he locked in the first buckle, I felt regret. I don’t know him. He’s not a good man. That’s really all I’m sure of, at least about him. I know one other thing. I have to do this in order to get out of here. And he promised he would let me out. He’s made all sorts of pretty promises. My blood heats as his hand lingers on my ass. His other hand moves to the other cheek and he spreads them. I can’t help that I’m turned on. I’m so fucking hot for him. It’s been over a year now since I’ve felt a man’s hands on me. And I’ve definitely never felt the hands of a man like Anthony. It’s exhilarating.

I’m wet and hot and desperate for his touch. It’s sick. I shouldn’t want this, but I do.

And he knows it. My cheeks flame with embarrassment. My pussy is fully exposed to him and I'm completely vulnerable. The only sounds I can hear are my own ragged breath and the humming of the vibrator. My lips part and I hold back a moan as he gently pushes it against my pussy lips, just beneath my clit.

“Are you an over or under girl, kitten?” he asks in a sexy-as-fuck voice while putting slightly more pressure against me. I instinctively try to pull away. The intensity is just too much. He moves the vibrator over my clit, and my entire body heats and tingles. The pit of my stomach stirs with a hot, radiating pleasure. My ass bucks up, but the rest of my body remains in place due to the restraints.

“Ah, over it is.”

I whimper and turn my head from side to side. I’ve never felt something like this. It’s too intense. My body’s pleading to move away as the sensation grows and grows and my legs quiver. “Stay still. You’re going to enjoy this,” he whispers.

I try to keep my body from wanting to move, but it’s useless.

“Move your hips, kitten.” I instantly obey him, wanting and needing to move. The motion sends a surge of arousal to my core and soft gasps fall from my lips. I grind harder, loving the intensity of the pulses shooting through me. Close, so close. My neck arches back as I desperately search for my release.

His large hand splays on my lower back and pushes me down harder onto the vibrator. His force is what does it; I cum violently and scream out as the waves of pleasure roll through my body. The first wave is the most intense, then the rest grow dimmer and dimmer. My body feels limp on the table as I take in deep, uneven breaths.

“Have you ever used a vibrator before, kitten?” I shake my head no, and try to answer aloud, but he starts talking before I can respond. “You obviously enjoy the stimulation.”

I nod my head and breathe out as I agree. “Yes.” I swallow thickly, realizing I’m still pinned down. My eyes open a little more and I look at him to my left as he looks from my bared pussy to my face.

“Do you want to cum again?” he asks.

My breath stalls in my chest. I do want that again. But not from him, not now. I only did that so I can get the fuck out of here.

“You do, but not like this,” he says. I break eye contact, hating how obvious I am. But then again, anyone else in my position would be this fucking obvious.

“Time to see your new room.” he says, shutting off the vibrator. He reaches down and unstraps the bands. I stay still, feeling uneasy yet relaxed at the same time. I want to be tense and on guard. But I’m too exhausted from all the shit I’ve been through. He unstraps the last restraint and I try to brace myself on the bench, but his hand comes down on my shoulders, pushing me back down.

It sets off every red flag. My heart beats faster and fear sets in.

“Let me pick you up. Your legs are still trembling.” His voice is calming and soothing. I instantly feel myself relax. At the realization, I throw my guard up even higher.

I blink a few times to clear my head. I feel drunk on lust and pleasure. I breathe in deep as his arms tilt my body and he cradles me against his chest. He gently sets my feet down, but holds onto my waist. I want to push him away. I don’t need his help. My legs are shaky, but I’m fine. It was just one orgasm, for crying out loud. One intense, earth-shattering orgasm, but still. I can manage on my own.

I’m sure as fuck not going to tell him that though. I just need to be good so I can get out of here and see where he’s taking me. His body brushes against mine as he releases me. My eyes nearly close as I feel his massive erection through his jeans. I have to bite the inside of my cheek as my thighs clench and my pussy clamps down around nothing. I trap the moan in my throat.

His hand grips my shoulder and he leans down, placing a kiss on my shoulder before whispering, “You alright?” I can practically feel his smile.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. Instead of telling him off, I continue to play the role. That’s what I need to do now. “Yes, Anthony.”

He lets out a deep chuckle as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of black silk cloth. He holds it up with both hands and that’s when I realize it’s a blindfold.

Fuck. I was hoping I’d be able to see where we’re going so I can get the layout of this place. I need to come up with a plan to get out of here. I’m sure the next room will be locked as well though, and then what? I’ll be fucking stuck there, just like I am now. He promised though. I hate that I’m relying on his word. But I am. His word is the only hope I have.

My lips press into a hard line and his response is to smirk at me and raise a brow.

“Come on kitten, behave.” His tone is playful and it makes me hate him even more. It’s like we’re playing cat and mouse, but he’s always two steps ahead of me. I swallow my pride and turn around so he can place the cloth over my eyes.

I have no other option but to trust him. And I fucking hate it.