yelp, then I’m on my back on the bed and
he’s gazing down at me, his eyes molten gray. I’m going to combust.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He trails his fingertips up my thigh so
that I tingle . . . everywhere. Without taking his eyes off me, he gets up from
the bed and gathers both sets of handcuffs. He grasps my left leg and snaps
one cuff around my ankle. Oh!
Lifting my right leg, he repeats the process so I ha一ve a pair of handcuffs
attached to each ankle. I still ha一ve no idea where he’s going to attach them.
“Sit up,” he orders and I comply immediately.
“Now hug your knees.”
I blink at him then draw my legs up so they are bent in front of me and wrap
my arms around them. He reaches down, lifts my chin, and plants a soft wet
kiss on my lips before slipping the blindfold over my
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eyes. I can see nothing, all I can hear is my rapid breathing and the sound of
the water lapping against the sides of the yacht as she bobs gently on the
sea.
Oh my. I am so aroused . . . already.
“What’s the safe word, Anastasia?”
“Popsicle.”
“Good.” Taking my left hand, he snaps a cuff around my wrist then repeats
the process with my right. My left hand is tied to my left ankle, my right hand
to the right leg. I cannot straighten my legs. Holy fuck.
“Now,” Christian breathes, “I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”
What? And all the air lea一ves my body.
He grasps both of my heels and tips me back so that I fall backward on to the
bed. I ha一ve no choice but to keep my legs bent. The cuffs tighten as I pull
against them. He’s right . . . they cut into me almost to the point of pain . . .
This feels weird—being trussed up and helpless—
on a boat. He pulls my ankles apart, and I groan.
He kisses my inner thigh, and I want to squirm beneath him, but I can’t. I ha一ve
no purchase to move my hips. My feet are suspended. I cannot move. Holy
shit.
“You’re going to ha一ve to absorb all the pleasure, Anastasia. No moving,” he
murmurs as he crawls up my body, kissing m
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