t dream
of it, baby, but I do want to mess with you and these
sheets.”
My body practically convulses.
“I want to tie you up.”
Oh. “Okay,” I whisper.
“Just your hands. To the bed. I need you still.”
“Okay,” I whisper again, incapable of anything more.
He strolls over to me, not taking his eyes off mine.
“We’ll use this.” He takes hold of my robe sash and
with delicious, teasing slowness, releases the bow, and
gently pulls it free of the garment.
My robe falls open while I stand paralyzed under his
heated gaze. After a moment, he pushes the robe off my
shoulders. It falls and pools at my feet so that I’m standing
naked before him. He strokes my face with the backs of
his knuckles, and his touch resonates in the depths of my
groin. Bending, he kisses my lips briefly.
groin. Bending, he kisses my lips briefly.
“Lie on the bed, face up,” he murmurs, his eyes
darkening, burning into mine.
I do as I’m told. My room is shrouded in darkness
except for the soft, insipid light from my lamp.
Normally, I hate energy-sa一ving bulbs—they are so dim
—but being naked here, with Christian, I’m grateful for the
muted light. He stands by the bed gazing down at me.
“I could look at you all day, Anastasia,” he says, and
with that crawls on to the bed, up my body, and straddles
me.
“Arms above your head,” he commands.
I comply and he fastens the end of my robe sash round
my left wrist and threads the end through the metal bars at
the head of my bed. He pulls it tight so my left arm is
flexed above me. He then secures my right hand, tying the
sash tightly.
When I’m tied-up, staring at him, he visibly relaxes. He
likes me tethered. I can’t touch him this way. It occurs to
me that none of his subs would ha一ve touched him either—
me that none of his subs would ha一ve touched him either—
and what’s more, they would never ha一ve the opportunity
to. He would ha一ve always been in control and at a
distance. That’s why he likes his rules.
He climbs off me and bends to give me a quick peck
on the lips.
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