Continued from here.
Penthouse sat on his bed, smiling down at me. I was hogtied at the foot of it, nude, rope slung through my crotch. Every so often, he pulled on the stray end of rope threaded through his bedpost, tightening the knot against my clit.
He noticed I had gotten a text from a certain Gentleman.
A certain Southern Gentleman.
He smirked.
“You can respond, go ahead,” I murmured, already halfway to subspace. Penthouse picked up the phone and responded with a greeting and an update on the situation.
SG responded right away.
And that’s how Penthouse met the Southern Gentleman.
Kind of.
“Rope marks ”
Model: Petya Gencheva