You had a job, one single job, and it was to take her down.
You couldn't do it and instead fell for her. She started to let her guard down, and you started building trust in her.
That trust only grew with time.
You test the cuffs that bound your wrists, lashes fluttering as your eyes lifted to watch Scarlett. The ginger carefully tugged the rope tying your legs down, smirking when she saw you observing her.
"How would you feel…"
Scarlett backed away from the foot of the bed and circled around, eyeing your form as it squirmed under her gaze.
"If I kept you here for hours," the mattress fell as she sat next to you, "a vibrator between your legs."
A single one of her hands starts to roam over your nude form which melted into her touch.
"I would just walk away and leave you here, all helpless and vulnerable…" Her voice was smooth as she spoke, her hand drifting low as a breath finally escapes your lips. Scarlett's slender fingers dipped between your folds, and you could see the pride light a fire in her eyes.
"Imagine that vibrator being on the highest setting…" She cooed, "I would love to see you cum so much you cry." Her fingers sank into your core, your inner thighs twitching as she gently thrust them back and forth.
"You're already so wet, just imagine how soaked you'll be by the time I'm done with you."