Prescott rolls over. “Fine. Come here. I’m in the mood for some bondage.” His arms and one leg wrap around me, and he pins me to the bed. Then proceeds to fall back asleep. “This isn’t the kind of bondage I like.” “You can’t move, can you?” “Prescott,” I whine. “Good luck,” Kit sings on the way out. “I want sex,” I demand. He covers my mouth with his hand. “Ooh, look, more kink. I like you bound and gagged.”
