"Kneel."
The one word sent him scrambling to his knees. He looked up at me, his eyes wide in submission. I picked up the tie beside me and stared at him.
His gaze darted to the tie in my hands before meeting my stare. I held out a hand to him.
"Give me your hands."
He stretched out his hands without hesitation and I pulled them together and tied them together with the tie.
He shifted uneasily, clearly not used to being tied and I glanced at him.
"Is it too tight?" I asked
He shook his head. "Not really."
I grabbed his chin, pulling him closer. I traced the little stubble on his chin; his rugged look made him look even more attractive.
"What do you plan to do to me?" Curiosity burned in his eyes as he stared at me.
Drake never submitted to me in the bedroom. To him, the man was the one who took charge and I let him. For years, I was nothing but a pillow princess.
