CHAPTER 60

Sutton Mark ran a finger down the arch of my foot and I flinched, trying not to giggle, but as they say, resistance is futile. He knew how ticklish I was and was taking advantage. Seeing as how he had tied each ankle to opposite bedposts, I was helpless to do anything about his wandering hands. With a raised brow he went into the closet for a moment and came back with a bottle of something and a large pink vibrator. I gasped. “What are you going to do with that?” Mark turned those...