uicker than either of us
wants,” he warns. For a moment, I think he might be angry
but then he smiles, and his heated eyes are alight with
amusement.
“You’re irresistible,” I pout.
“Am I now?” he says dryly.
I nod.
“Well—don’t distract me, or I’ll gag you.”
“I like distracting you,” I whisper, looking mulishly at
him, and he cocks his eyebrow at me.
“Or spank you.”
Oh! I try to hide my smile. There was a time, not very
long ago, when I would ha一ve been subdued by this threat.
I would never ha一ve had the nerve to kiss him, unbidden,
while he was in this room. I realize now, I’m no longer
intimidated by him. It’s a revelation. I grin mischievously,
and he smirks at me.
“Beha一ve,” he growls and stands back, gazing at me
and slaps the leather cuffs across his palm. And the
warning is there, implicit in his actions. I try for contrite,
and I think I succeed. He approaches me again.
“That’s better,” he breathes and leans behind me once
more with the cuffs. I resist touching him but inhale his
glorious Christian scent, still fresh from last night’s shower.
Hmm . . . I should bottle this.
I expect him to cuff my wrists, but he attaches each
cuff above my elbows. It makes me arch my back, pushing
my breasts forward, though my elbows are by no means
together. When he’s finished, he stands back to admire
me.
“Feel okay?” he asks. It’s not the most comfortable of
positions, but I’m so wired with anticipation to see where
he’s going with this that I nod, weak with wanting.
“Good.” He pulls the mask from his back pocket.
“I think you’ve seen enough now,” he murmurs. He
slides the mask over my head, covering my eyes. My
breathing spikes. Wow. Why is not being able to see so
erotic? I am here, trussed up and kneeling on a table,
waiting—sweet anticipation hot and hea一vy deep in my
belly. I can still hear, though, and the melodic steady beat
of the track continues. It resonates through my body. I
hadn’t noticed before. He must ha一ve it on repeat.
Christian steps away. What is he doi
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