Time to turn the tables on Bianca

"I'll put the handcuffs back on!"

You desperately shout it out without thinking. Bianca scoffs at the comment. "Why would that matter?" she asks.

She sounds dismissive, but the question stopped her in her tracks. Just like you thought it would. Bianca had spent the entire day humiliating you, and she had clearly enjoyed all of it. But you knew from the way she looked at you when you were handcuffed that there was something more at work with that particular humiliation. She had a bondage fetish. And if you wanted to get those keys from her, you were going to have to give her what she wanted.

"You don't fool me, Bianca." Despite the fact that your heart is racing, you **** yourself to appear calm. You let your hands drift to your sides, uncovering yourself. You pretend not to notice as she ogles the erection that bounces to attention once your hands go away. "I saw the way you looked at me when I was up against that lamppost."

"Oh?" she asked, putting one hand on a cocked hip.

"You're a confident woman. It's not often you get flustered." You walk closer to her, and she bites her lip. "But the sight of me with my hands cuffed behind my back... completely exposed for all to see... it was driving you wild. We both know it."

You stop in front of her. If you were any closer, your throbbing erection would be touching her. You **** yourself to stand tall and confident, even though she is still an inch or two taller than you.

"That's why you're not going to walk out that door," you say to her. "You want to see me cuffed again. You want to see my muscles flex as I try to break free. You want to see the veins bulge in my arms while I'm completely at your mercy."

Bianca's breasts stretch the fabric of her robe as she takes a deep breath. "Well, well well," she says as she leans forward and runs her hand over your torso. Her face is just an inch from yours as she says, "Maybe my shy American boy isn't so shy anymore."

Your facade of confidence begins to crack as you feel her fingers glide over your body. You wonder if she's about to throw herself at you, but then you hear a click of the handcuffs. You were so caught up in the moment that you hadn't noticed her guide your hands back into the restraints.

Your hands are bound behind your back again. Bianca takes the key ring out of her purse, then with a single motion, throws all ten loose keys over her shoulder. You look at them clatter across the ground and wonder which one is for the villa door.

"I suppose we have time for one more game," she whispers in your ear as she runs a finger over your ab muscles. "The girls will be here any second. If you're not quick, we'll see how confident you actually are." She gives your ass a soft squeeze as she whispers, "Impress me."