Chapter 113: More Lies?
The memories assault me.
We were both already undressed when Vincent reached to the side of the bed and returned with my shirt.
"What are you going to do? Dress me again?" I bantered.
The look in his eyes should have been the indicator that wasn't where Vincent planned to go, but I was too lost in lust to figure it out. "No, not exactly. Now flip."
I didn't exactly follow very many rules in life, but when Vincent Valiant told me to roll over, I did it. And I didn't ask questions.
As I lay flat on my stomach in front of him, he gathered up my hands and pulled them behind me to rest of the top of my ass cheeks, and then using the shirt he collected from the floor, he bound them together tightly so I couldn't pull free.
"This will ruin my shirt," I said with a hint of hysteria in my voice.
Vincent only chuckled. "I'll buy you another one. Fuck, I'll buy you ten more."