Before long, Sandra's body was securely bound, suspended just above the bed.
The silk ropes wrapped around her curves, accentuating every delicate line of her form.
A faint shiver ran through her as she tested her restraints, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.
Ross stood before her, his gaze dark with intent as he ran his fingers down her exposed skin.
He traced lazy circles along her arms, her sides, and lower, drawing out a soft whimper.
With practiced ease, he teased her, his fingers ghosting over her most sensitive spots, sending electric jolts through her body.
A moan slipped from Sandra's lips as she shifted instinctively, the movement causing the ropes to press against her, heightening her sensitivity.
The friction sent waves of sensation through her, making her arch ever so slightly.
The ropes swayed with her movements, the motion both restricting and intoxicating.
