My legs were still jelly when he stepped back, zipping his jeans but not looking away from me. His eyes flicked over my naked body like I was an art piece he was about to add another layer to.
“On the bed. Face up.” His voice left no space for questions.
I climbed onto the bed, heart hammering. My skin still tingled from the last round, every nerve raw and awake.
He reached into the drawer beside the bed. When his hand came back, there was a coil of black leather straps and a small silver wand that made my stomach flip.
“Hands above your head.”
I did as he said. He tied my wrists together with the straps, quick and practiced, then secured them to the headboard. The leather bit into my skin just enough to remind me how stuck I was. My pulse skittered.
“Spread your legs.”
I opened the
