She held my hand, tugging me after her. At the end of the stairs there was a narrow corridor with sharp bends. We went through a low doorway and I fel...t the lintel brush against my hair. It was an old building."Here we are. Let me just close this door," she said.I heard the sound of a heavy door being pushed closed, and an archaic sounding catch. The sound was dead, not echoing like before."The bed is just behind you," she giggled, pushing me back until I stumbled into it.I fell back onto the. I tried to move my arm, wiggle my wrist, I wasn't going anywhere. A little bit of fear was starting to creep into my state of arousal. She grabbed my left hand and tied it to the other bed post in the same manner. Yup, I wasn't going anywhere. The ropes were just tied and already I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, the blood wasn't flowing as freely to my arms as they were high over my head. My wrists were sore from the rope biting into them. As I was looking over my head at the amazing rope job. ‘Firstly, you are a monster. I’ve done some awful things in my time but tie up my foe and force them to listen to my problems? I have to commend you on your knack of evil. Secondly, you sicken me. I cannot perceive of a woman who could stand to be in a room with you for two minutes before turning to a life of crime just to spite you, let alone two. Not only two, but two gorgeous women, or so you claim. Lastly, although I may be a villain, as you have so kindly branded me, I am a gentleman and a. .. your jawline...” I looked up. “Your eyes.” I rubbed my thumb over her lips. “Your lips.” I smiled and gave the towel around her head a light swat. “You hair.” I ran a hand over her upper chest. “Your skin.” I shook my head. “You’re not just a walking pair of tits to me.”She smiled and pulled my hand up to her lips for a kiss. “Thank you.”Her comment brought another conversation to mind though. “One of my Fonti, Leanne,” I said and she nodded. “She definitely custom orders her.