Chapter 90 Me, Robert and his Daddy(6)

• After grabbing me, he takes me to the middle of the room where their dining table is and there he ties me tightly with ropes to the column in the center of the room. He passes a rope around my chest for decoration.
• 'What do you like best?' His voice is somewhere behind me, an indefinite point on my back, his breathing regular and in control, mine hasn't been for a while now. His hand gives my hair another tug, pulling my head to the side. The warm breath slips into my ear with the same question, just before his tongue does.
• I squint, gasp, and look for an answer in my mind clouded by a single thought 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. 'Then? I did not hear you. He bites my earlobe and then sucks it, pulling it down. I close my eyes and try to regain control, swallowing. I feel the ropes tighten my wrists and ankles, I open my lips and an indistinct sound comes out, halfway between a moan and a choked breath.