A repost of one of my originasl stories in my archives and a teaser beliw.

“We’re going to have fun tonight.” He gazed over her taught form, arms tied above her head and ankles tied to the bottom corners of the table. Being taught made her satin, sleeveless, midriff top tighten up to conform to her ribs. His gaze travelled down her slowly twisting body and his eyes came to rest on her bare feet, dressed in very beat up runners. He gazed up back to her face and rested his arms on the table.

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