She woke up in shackles, her body chained prostate to the bed.
She screamed and saw him sitting on a chair parallel the bed. His eyes full of lust.
"Good morning, priestess. I have been waiting for you to wake," he greeted her.
"It took me a lot of my self-control not to get near you. You see, I already have this boner, and if I were to even sniff your scent... I might destroy the fun for both of us. Surely you know, I have very small amount of patience when it comes to making you feel good," he said, licking his lips.
"What do you think you are doing?" she said, petrified to even think how long he has been watching her.
She was dressed in a white satin nightgown, with a matching satin low-rise panty that barely covered anything.
She can still move her legs but she could not close them because of the chains. She was sure she was bounded by a magical chain for she was able to move without much pain or discomfort.
