His powerful fingers, years of experiences, absolute control, were enough for me. Not him. He didn’t let me go for hours. The idea was to render me incapable of easily walking away.
Control goes so much further than flesh.
and the zip-tie marks remain on my right wrist, a faded brown.
While with a patron, I had the strongest, wildest urge to suggest something particular. Unsure if the desire was mutual or just a product of my fevered mental wanderings, I blurted out a typically obtuse statement.
That did not get the effect I expected and nearly ruined the moment.
The next night I kept my mouth [...]