Chapter 57 Tell Me You Like It

• Kielan waited until I was down from the high, panting from pleasure and pain, before he withdrew his fingers slowly, making sure I felt every millimetre. I sagged, spent and shaking. I tried to cover my legs, but his body made it difficult for me to do that.
• “Three,” he stated, wiping his fingers on a black cloth he produced from nowhere. He looked down at me, my limbs splayed and tethered, and my skin glistening with sweat and gel. “You're learning faster than I expected.”
• He reached for the trolley again. This time, he returned with lengths of black nylon rope. The sight of it sent a fresh bolt of fear through my exhaustion.