Portia’s been crashing at Steve’s place for two weeks—barefoot, lounging in tiny shorts and a clingy tank top, taking full advantage of his patience. He’s had enough. If she won’t leave, she’ll have to earn her stay.
Reluctantly, Portia agrees to his condition—his ropes. He binds her wrists and elbows tight, then frog-ties her legs, leaving her spread, helpless, and deliciously vulnerable on his couch. When she mocks him to “do something about it,” he does—adding a teasing crotch rope that makes her whimper between defiance and desire.
But her mouth won’t stop, so he stuffs it full and seals it shut with tight tape, silencing her into muffled frustration. As she struggles and slips off the couch, she finds herself stuck, unable to move—begging for help through her gag. Steve just grins, propping his feet on her bound body like a footrest, watching her squirm in helpless embarrassment.
When her shorts start to slide and her top rides up, her body is exposed and trembling—his lazy houseguest turned accidental plaything. What happens next when Steve decides to really test the limits of their deal?