I swallowed hard, his tone nothing short of being a direct order. I got on my hands and knees, arms still shaking from my intense climax.

Ellis got off the bed and searched the floor. He returned with a belt. “Let me see your hands,” he ordered clearly and firmly.

“Yes Master,” I obeyed.

I sat back, lifting my arms up obediently. He wrapped the belt around my wrists, securing it in a tight figure eight. Then he looped the strap around the headboard ...