Bound By The Colonel Until I Beg: A Dark Military Rope Bondage Romance

I perfected the mask of quiet obedience long ago, but Wallace Garrison never needed orders to see past it. The supply depot is empty at dawn except for us and the classified manifest that no longer holds his attention.

When he steps closer with the rope coil, every professional boundary feels like it might snap under the weight of what we both crave. I should protest the risk to our careers, the danger of discovery during the operation that could leave us stranded. Instead I stay still as his hand finds the small of my back and turns me, my yielding nature already betraying the fear that he will see too much. I need this restraint to finally be seen without turning away. He tells me to be at the depot again at dawn.