Silenced by the gag, Violet could only nod twice but she tried to do so with as much enthusiasm as possible. There was nothing she enjoyed more than the feeling of rope wrapping around her body like a cocoon. The sensation of the jute embrace kept her grounded and secure while she pushed her body to accept whatever punishments Max doled out. Her ears perked to the slightest sound. Without her sight, she relied on her sense of hearing to provide clues as to what might be coming. The feeling of being bound and blindfolded and gagged sent shivers of excitement through her belly. She lived for these moments of helplessness. There was something intoxicating about giving Max power to do whatever he wanted to her. The pain, the pleasure, the submission—it was like a craving she simply couldn’t sate. More, she always wanted more. And Max was happy to provide. From the moment she’d clapped eyes on him, Violet had just known he was The One. She’d been searching for something, for someone, to fulfill her darker desires.
