It wasn’t uncomfortable but she couldn’t use her hands at all and she suddenly felt a bit helpless and vulnerable. “More champagne?” She nodded but realized she couldn’t pick up her glass. “Here, let me.” He smiled. “Kneel down in front of me. It will be easier that way.” She down sat in front of him. Kneeling like this made her feel like a servant or a slave. Just like when she knelt in front of him in her office, she felt a throb of arousal, a warmth between her legs. He held the glass to her lips and she drank. But he kept tipping the glass so it ran out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin on to her chest, dripping down her breasts. “Silly girl. You’ve spilled it. Stay there.” She knelt on the floor. He got a towel from the bathroom and laid it over the seat of the sofa. “Now dry yourself.” She wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t pick up the towel. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. “Come on. Come and rub yourself dry on here. “ She crawled forward until she was pressing against the soft white towel.
