Tired Drabbles

Tired drabbles

Trying my hand at a drabble, sorry for no cut, I’m on mobile.

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He shuddered as he heard her approaching steps. He made a small noise behind the saliva moistened gag she had forced into his mouth and tied behind his head. Her steps seemed to echo. He turned his head, hoping to hear better which direction she would come from. He quietly cursed the blindfold she had covered his eyes with. She clutched his chin with her thumb and forefinger, and gently turned his head to center.

She moved her hand from his face, to the arm next to it. She had bound his wrists first, taking smooth ropes and crossing his wrists. She wrapped the ropes tightly over and around his wrists, and pulled his arms taut over his head. She affixed the end of the ropes to the center of the coiled headboard. His arms flexed against their bonds as she caressed her way up his smooth, bear arms. She chuckled as the skin flushed and became goose bumped. She leaned over, placed her lips to his ear. Her breath felt hot, damp. He felt his blood thumping.

Well? Are you ready for your punishment?