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“When can I move?”

“When?” He sounded surprised; she didn’t buy it for a second. “Whenever you want, go ahead.”

“That’s not helpful.” Her thighs were already trembling with the effort of holding her current position, but shifting an inch in any direction—forwards or backwards, left or right—either had the hook tugging at her ass or the rope at her hair. Sometimes, it was both.

“Poor baby,” he said.

She’d never heard him sound so patronising before, but just as she was about to whine at him, his hand cracked down onto her ass. Her breath caught as she jumped and the hook pulled. “Sir…” she said. It was all she could say; she knew begging wouldn’t work. He’d just stick his fingers into her pussy and say, This isn’t complaining.

She could hear his smile when he said, “Try not to tense up.”

She managed, barely, when he smacked her again. “Am I allowed to know when you’ll untie me?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. He landed two slaps on the backs of her thighs. “When I get bored.”

A second later, she heard the buzzing of a Hitachi. She tried to drop her head forward; her hair pulled.

She knew it would be a long time until he got bored.