[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]
His intense gazing was enough to send shivers all over her spine and have her ask in anticipation, "John, will it hurt?"
"It won't," John replied as he played with the metallic ball brushing it through her smooth skin. It was cold but plain and it almost felt pleasuring until John led the ball closer to Roselyn's inner thighs and she unconsciously tried to close her legs but the rope impeded her movement and bounced her legs painfully.
"Do you trust me?" John asked with a smooth decisive voice and Roselyn hesitated, not because she didn't trust him but because she still had to make a habit of those weird activities and find a comfortability in them.
