He picked up the ropes from the bedside table. His grip tightened on my hair again, pulling my head back painfully, forcing me to turn onto my stomach. "Get on your fours," he commanded, his voice laced with authority. "Your usual bitch position. Ass up, face down in my cum like a cheap slut you are."

I obeyed, my body trembling, and turning onto the bed, my knees and hands sinking into its softness. He wasted no time. He bound my ankles together, then my thighs, then his rough hands worked behind my back, tying my wrists securely. Lastly, he took the ropes and laced them tightly around my breasts, pulling them up and together, securing them. I was tied up completely, a helpless bundle on all fours. He stood back, admiring his handiwork, his gaze lingering on my exposed, cum-stained face.