Once in the kitchen, he used the belt of her favorite robe to tie her to a chair. Not having bothered to close the flap, her breasts were bare, pebbled n*****s proudly on display.
After checking the tautness of her ties, Puck carefully pulled out the pizza and let it cool on a rack.
“You better hurry up and get this over with because I’m ready to eat,” she griped.
He arched one eyebrow. “You ordering me around? At this rate, you’ll be lucky to sit on that fine a*s of yours until next week without being reminded of the marks of my hand.”
“Asshole,” she grumbled under her breath.
Ignoring her, he untied her and hauled her back into the living room. Man-spreading his legs, he released her and pointed to the rug. “First position.”
She shifted from foot to foot, considering her options. S
