Chapter 38 Bound By His Will: Part 3

I trust him. I do. As I sit here, cuffed to the bed, half-naked, and vulnerable, I trust that Marcel won’t cross lines that I don’t want crossed; however, I can’t stop the sliver of doubt from tainting it, tarnishing the better part of my excitement into fear as he kneels on the bed, before me, hooking his fingers into the hem of my leggings and underwear and stripping me naked.