He grabbed my wrist, and led me to a changing room in the back of the private lounge. He pushed me through the doorway and kicked the door shut before swiftly turning us and pinning me against it.
A gasp left my lips and I watched as he slowly grabbed one end of my shawl from around my shoulders, letting it slowly pull from my arms.
“If you want to stop, remember to tell me red and if you want to slow down, tell me yellow.” He brought my hands behind my back and spun me around so that my cheek was pressed against the door, bringing his lips to my ear, “For more, moan my name.”
He tied my shawl around my wrists keeping my arms tied behind my back. It was secure and I wouldn’t be able to wriggle free. I curled my toes in my shoes, anticipating what was to come next.
Ellis brought his lips close to my ear, “Close your eyes for me like the good girl you are.”