chapter EIGHT

I was pinned to the bed the second the question left his lips. He was looming over me again just like in my dream. Except it wasn't a dream, it was real. I wasn't imagining this. "I...I am sorry, I didn't think you would come. So I didn't show up on time. I am sorry, Master." I pleaded. His face softened slightly as he took my begging form, my eyes were pleading. "I wasn't joking when I said you were mine now." He repeated. His face was so close to mine, I could smell his powerful presence. It did more than turn me on. I had to stammer, "I didn't think you would come, so I didn't show up in time. I'm sorry, Master." He smiled, and his hands moved much more gently. He was once with his signature toolbox again, I watched in fascination as he brought out leather ties. Are those for me? He didn't give me a chance to question him as he secured the ties around my ankles. He began kissing my body and tying me to the bed on all fours. I shuddered as he ran his tongue over my pussy. He lapped a