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“Does the ghost in your room still frighten you?” he asks.
“No.”
“Good, because there’s a ghost in this room as well. And we’re both going to fuck you tonight.”
I widen my eyes as my pulse goes into overtime. Something coils in my gut. Is it fear? Or is it desire?
Or is it a combination of both, with underlying raw and aching need?
“I don’t have any bindings here, Mary, so the ghost will bind you. You’ll be able to feel the silk around your wrists. The straps will hold your hands above your head, attaching you to the rungs of the headboard.”
“But—” I stop abruptly. I was going to point out that the headboard has no rungs, but he’s creating a fantasy for me. A scene.
And although I’m still a bit apprehensive about scenes, I want more than anything to play along. I want to be with Ronan.
I want to be here.
I want to see what it’s like to be his submissive. For the first time in a long time, I want to submit. I feel my sexual fire coming back.
“Take off your robe, Mary.”
I obey, untying the belt, parting the plush terrycloth, letting it fall from my shoulders into a white heap around my feet.
“Now lie on the bed, your hands above you, clasping them together.”
I walk to the bed, lie down on the cool and crisp white cotton sheet, goose bumps erupting on my skin. I raise my hands above me, clasping them together.
“Feel the silk against your wrists, Mary. The ghost is binding your wrists.”
I close my eyes, concentrate, and yes… The wisp of cool silk against my wrists. I feel it.
“Open your eyes,” Ronan commands. “Do you see him?”
“No.”
“If you concentrate, you may catch a glimpse of him. If you don’t, that’s okay. He’s going to secure your wrists to the headboard now. You won’t be able to move your arms at that point. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready, Ronan.”
“Concentrate,” he says, his deep voice hypnotic. “You’ll feel him secure you to the headboard. You can try to move, but you won’t be able to.”
“Yes, sir.”
I close my eyes again, concentrate, and then—I know it’s my imagination, but—
A soft click.
Soft click of a leather binding being secured to the headboard.
I let a smile spread across my lips.
“Very good,” Ronan says. “Very. Good.”
He comes back with a silk handkerchief. “I’m going to blindfold you now, Mary. That way, you won’t know whether it’s me or the ghost tantalizing you.”
I close my eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
