With wary eyes the girl watched him as he brought the rope down over her head and let the knot rest at her throat.“It’s a simple game, chèrie.” He made a circuit of her body and nodded his approval. Lovely girl. Twenty-nine years old. Blue eyes. A yoga instructor or something equally silly. He’d bend her in half tonight, and she’d thank him for it after. “One end of the rope is around your neck. The other end…” He tapped the back of her knee until she raised her leg like a well-trained show pony. Grasping her calf, he raised it, and looped the other end of the rope around it. “Goes là, on your lovely, well-turned ankle. You say you can hold your yoga poses for hours. Let’s see how long you can keep your back leg up and bent while I fuck your ass. The leg starts to drop…you start to choke. Simple. Oui?”Her pupils widened. She swallowed audibly.“Oui, monsieur,” she whispered.“Bon. Now allow me to simply tighten this a bit.”Kingsley bound her wrists to the bedpost in front of her and shortened the rope that connected her neck to her ankle by a few inches.
