"Silence." I shove her face-down on the tabletop and loop a length of chain around her wrists, securing her to the desk. After kicking her feet apart, I bind her ankles to the table legs. She struggles, her back arching, but the chain tightens, keeping her immobile. Perfect. I step back to admire my handiwork. Natalia's legs are spread, the lean muscles of her hamstrings tightening with the stretch. My gaze travels up her thighs and to the black dress that barely covers her curvaceous ass. A delectable sight.
