Begging for Punishment

“Do it. I’ll leave after you do,” Hayden said, and his hand released my wrist as if he had just remembered that he was still holding it.

Blood returned to my hand, and I quickly rubbed my hand over my wrist to speed up the blood flow. Hayden didn’t say anything more as he walked over to a nearby chair and took a seat. His eyes returned to me as he looked at me passively. It was like he couldn’t care less what I did. He sat there patiently on the chair as he waited for me to tie myself to the bed just like he had instructed in detail.

He can’t be serious…

Normally, he would just tie me up or handcuff me to the bed or whatever, but he had never asked for me to do it myself. As far as I could tell, Hayden didn’t seem like he wanted to be in here with me any longer than necessary. However, he didn’t rush me, neither did he offer any help. He just sat there with a look of boredom on his face like he would rather be anywhere else but here with me.