Chapter 47 Fouty Seven

• I walked around her slowly, my fingers grazing over the leather straps hanging on the wall. “You’ll learn to trust me,” I said quietly, my voice steady. “I’ll take care of you, Olivia. But you must always be honest. If anything feels wrong, if you want to stop, you must say the word. Do you understand?”
• “Yes… Master,” she responded, her voice low but clear. The way she said it, the way she tried to embrace the role, sent a pulse of possessiveness through me.
• I grabbed a length of silk rope, the cool fabric soft in my hands as I approached her again. Her eyes were focused on the floor, but I could sense her awareness of every move I made. Her breath hitched as I gently wrapped the rope around her wrists, binding them together with expert precision. I made sure it wasn’t too tight.