The military tent provided a secluded space, shielding you and Fliqpy from any outside interference. You were tied up, hands bound above your head, at the mercy of Fliqpy, who was standing before you, his eyes dark with a mixture of dominance and desire.

He walked around you, like a predator circling its prey. His hands would occasionally brush against your body, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake.

"You look so good tied up like this, completely at my mercy," Fliqpy whispered, his voice a rough growl.