His eyes narrowed with excitement. "You like this, don't you, bitch? You want it so Goddamned bad you're creamin' your cunt."

"Oh, don't talk like that!"

But Marie loved everything he was doing to her. And now he rested her left ankle on his shoulder while he pushed her right leg back until her toes were brushing against her bound wrist.

Brad was ready for her. Brad had always been ready for any woman who played the games he did – or so he'd told her at their first meeting in the coffee shop last Saturday.

He picked up the rope from the wooden end table and slipped it around her ankles, twisting it around and around, finally threading it through the line binding her wrist to the brass ring. He tied the rope tightly, securing it with a double figure-eight before directing his attention to her other leg.

Marie liked that, loved the feeling of being trussed up that way, her ass rolled back while her cunt-crack spread out even farther. Juice trickled maddeningly through her blonde cuntal hairs, greasing down her pussylips while her asshole winked open and shut with fluttering movements. She could feel him roping her other leg to her left wrist, carefully binding it to the ring and making sure her thighs were spread widely apart. Marie felt the weight of her body resting on her shoulders as she lay there helpless, her nipples growing so very stiff and long. Her fingers were becoming a little numb and cold.

"Mmmffffff!"

Marie's eyes widened like saucers, her heart standing still as she felt something big pushed into her mouth. This wasn't in the plan. He had never said anything about gagging her! And yet he was pushing something awful into her mouth, shoving it in. She raised her head slightly, swallowing hard and making a face. It tasted like rubber. He had pushed a rubber ball into her mouth, and now he was securing it with a small leather strip he'd buckled to her skull.