My head was spinning. Too much alcohol I told myself. I must have misunderstood. Phil is a friend, a mate. A good, solid, reliable bloke. He couldn’t
possibly be suggesting this.
“Let me get this
right,” I said slowly. “You’re saying
that if I spend the night with you you’ll pay me ten grand, right?”
“Right.”
“Would you want sex?”
“That would be part
of the bargain.”
“So I would be a very
expensive prostitute.”
“I don't want a
hooker,” he said quietly. “I want you. Just
for the night. I have this fantasy. You would be completely at my mercy.”
And
so begins a night of exquisite BDSM that Helen will never forget…and which she can’t
wait to repeat.
Starting at my
ankles, he attached the rope to the bedpost at the foot of the bed, fastening
me with a series of loops and knots before moving on to my wrists. He was methodical, fastidious, pausing to
check that the knots were secure before proceeding, admiring his handiwork. Finally,
when he was satisfied, he stood back and just looked at me for a while,
contemplating my naked spread-eagled form….
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