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“Your way with me?” At this he looked down at his cuffs and pulled at them, while explaining,
“I have certain… tastes should we say.”
“You mean kinks?” I asked, and his grin was bad enough that he didn’t offer it to me this time but focused on his cuffs again.
“You could call them that, yes.” I swear anyone looking at me then would have no doubt called what I did next a comedy gulp.
“Will… will it hurt me?” At this he finally looked up at me, his eyes flashing with that inhumane glow before telling me,
“Never. I would not allow such a thing. No, for the most part it will be… restricting.” Okay cue for another comedy gulp, one he didn’t miss this time as he homed in on the action. Damn that handsome evil grin of his.
“You want to tie me up?” I asked, continuing with my brave questioning. But then his answer to this was confusing at first.
“You ran from me for a long time, longer than I would have ever thought possible.” He paused, running his hands down the lengths of ribbon, watching the gold as it glided through his fingers. “Therefore, I have had a long time to imagine all the ways I would punish you for the offence.”
“Punish me?” I nearly squeaked, making his head snap up and his eyes burned into mine.
“There are many forms of punishment, Little Bird, let me show you,” he said, his eyes glowing before he took a step back.
I would have asked him where he was going, but he stopped and raised his hands up while looking at the bed. I ended up crying out in shock as he started to forge the gold around the bed like he commanded it!
I looked all around me in utter astonishment with my mouth hanging wide open, gasping at the unbelievable. This was because the gold turned into liquid once more and started to take a new form, shaping itself around the bed I sat on. It was a sight that startled me enough to make me quickly go scrambling into the center on my knees, afraid it would touch me.
The gold started to stretch and separate into long lengths, raising up like bars of a cage. They were now reaching up and arching over where some of the ribbons fluttered down on the bed, raining like streamers from above. Then bursts of golden flowers began to bloom as golden vines grew from beneath. Now wrapping themselves around the bars and creating a floral design on what now looked like giant bird cage.
My eyes shot back to Ryker to see his eyes now simmering down back to the navy-blue I knew best, whereas mine were wide and full of questions.
“Ah, now that is better for my lovely Little Dove,” he said as if congratulating himself.
“Ryker?” I said his name in a fearful tone, now seeing the cage I looked locked to, with no door to speak of.
“It is more fitting, don’t you think?” he said, his voice taking on a strange tone, as if something else was trying to break through.
“Ryker, what is this?” I asked, about to get to my feet when suddenly, I cried out when with a flick of his wrist, the ribbons moved and started to restrain me. They wrapped around my torso, crossing over and pulling tight against my breasts. Long lengths then sought out my wrists, wrapping around them, the same as others did with my ankles.
Then I cried out as everything tightened, before they pulled me toward him, shifting me along the bed with ease thanks to the silk sheets. Only stopping when I was where he was waiting for me. I was still on my knees but despite being on the high bed, his dominating presence still towered in front of me. His hand then came through the bars and stroked down my face, his enjoyment clear to see.
“Easy, sweetheart, nothing I do to you will hurt, but you will let me have my fun now, won’t you?” he asked in a seductive tone.
I found myself unable to do anything other than nod slightly.
Then he praised,
“My good girl…” However, he paused long enough to pull my face closer to the bars so he could growl over my lips,
“…Good little pet of mine.”
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BIRD IN A CAGE
“…Good little pet of mine.”
He praised again, before letting me go and reaching back with his hand. I gasped when he made the gold table slide toward him, the glass and the bottle in the crystal ice bucket not even so much as losing a drop. This was done so he could reach back without letting go of my face, now bringing the glass through the bars and to my lips.
“Drink,” he ordered, making me do as I was told, feeling strangely like this game wasn’t only turning him on but doing something to me too. I felt that knowing wetness between my legs, and the feeling of being his pet, of belonging to him, was an intoxicating experience. It was also a spell I didn’t want to break, needing to see where the end would take me.
So, when he pulled the glass back and exchanged it with lifting the lid off a dish, my eyes went wide. Chocolate covered strawberries were dusted with edible gold leaf, making them look even more decadent, and clearly, Ryker had thought of everything.
