Elle's POV
"Marcus Thomas get you salty butt up here!" I yelled from the stairs. "Okay baby I'm coming geez calm down." He responded. "Listen, I've been thinking I want to get tied down." I said. "Baby were 16 we can't get married yet" he replied.
" no I mean like sexually tied down" I replied. "Ohh I can make that happen as long as you follow my rules" he replied. "And those are?" I asked.
"Rule 1:You do not moan unless told to.
Rule 2: you do not move unless told to.
Rule 3:You do what I say when I say" he answered. I nodded my head and stood up.
"Strip!" He demanded. I pulls my sweats off and slid my shirt over my head. "Lay down" he beckoned. I laid down in the bed and he pulled out 4 leather straps. "Hands above your head" he said. I lifted my arms and annoyed myself as he tied up my hands. He then tied down my feet.
"Now remember if you break any rules itwill result in punishment" he said and thrusted hard into me. I but my lip blocking my moans from escaping and I tried my best not to buck my hips. "You know what fuck the rules, say my name baby. Say it" Mark said, hitti mg my g spot. "Ohh Mark your the best"I said, releasing my high. He pulled out and then laid down beside me. "Next time I'm tying you down" I said to him. "That's an absolute hell yes" he replied smirking evilly.
More to come soon
