She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the euphoria slowly creeping over her body, leaving her in a lethargic, passion-induced fog. So immersed was she in that warm, hazy cloud that she didn’t immediately register Malcolm’s presence in the room. Not until he wrapped his hand around her neck, gently squeezing and pulling slightly so her head came up and she was fully aware of the fact that he was standing right behind her.
Then he pushed forward, forcing her face to the mattress, instructing her to turn so her cheek was pressed against the bed and she could breathe. Then to her utter astonishment, he pulled both her hands behind her to rest in the small of her back and began looping the rope around both wrists, tightly restraining her.
A protest lodged in her throat and she swallowed
