Bound and Exposed

Sir’s large palm rested against Sienna’s throat. The grip was a promise, firm and unyielding, pressing her pulse point just enough to let her feel her own frantic heartbeat. Behind her back, his other hand found the metal zipper of her crimson dress. The slow descent of the zipper felt like a countdown. Each metallic click echoing in the soundproofed space heightened her awareness of her isolation