Jason caught her smile. The little touches were something she thought she was stealing from him. He placed A’s bowl of food beside her water and he ordered her to turn around.Amy hoped that he would be loosening the ropes. He had her tied from her wrists to two inches above her elbows, forcing her arms to stretch and touch the entire length. A vibrator had been set on a low setting all night, shivering inside her channel and over her clit. It was just enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to allow her to orgasm and forget the pain in her shoulders.“You will not climax without permission, A.”“Yes, Master.” Amy had also figured out that the room they were in was monitored. Jason’s footsteps disappeared upstairs. It was the first morning since her capture that he had not stayed downstairs to at least bind her to a device for the day.Amy heard a whisper, but she was too frightened to answer. “The Master is going to bring back another one.”Amy knelt back, afraid to speak.
