“Waiting for you.” Summer bites her lip, attempting to look alluring — which is quite difficult when one is tied up and hoping one’s lover will start ravishing soon. “I thought I would surprise you.”
He cocks a brow, looking over her for a moment. “It’s almost midnight, how long have you been tied up?”
“Um. Really? I — don’t know? A few hours, I think. I’m not tied very tightly … ” She looks at him with big, sad eyes. “Do you not like it?”