Are you sure you want to perform this action?
“Good,” he said. “Now. We’re going to tie that noise to a chair, and you’re going to watch it scream.”
The head game wasn’t his. It never had been. --- Real Time Bondage 2009 09 18 Head Games Marina
The first head game began.
“Breathe, Marina,” he said, his voice a low, neutral baritone. “But don’t move.” “Good,” he said
Marina’s jaw tightened. She was a successful architect. She designed skyscrapers that defied wind and gravity. The noise in her head was a constant, petty tyrant: You’re a fraud. You’ll fail. They’ll see. She’d never spoken it aloud. It never had been
She picked up the knife.
She shivered. The command was redundant. The Kikkou pattern chest harness he’d just finished was a masterpiece of geometry, pulling her shoulders back, lifting her breasts, and constricting each breath into a conscious, deliberate act. Every inhale was a choice. Every exhale was a surrender.
Are you sure you want to perform this action?