Her breaths quickened. Each time she shifted, the neck rope constricted, keeping her still, utterly helpless. The room seemed to close in around her as she lay there, bound in erotic submission, only able to moan softly, her drool dripping onto the surface below.
Every inch of her was wrapped in ropes, from her ankles—tied to her wrists—to her toes (and connected to the ball gag), each struggling movement causing the rope around her neck to pull tighter.
What she doesn’t know is that an intruder slipped into her space, Alba turns and sees him, he cornered her with calm authority and directed her toward the living room.
Alba was ready for a night of fun. Her friends were already waiting at the club, and she was running late, but looking flawless in her sultry black dress, high heels, and with her makeup perfectly done.