Whateverthiswas.
Stretching out the chains, I tried to figure out what was supposed to go where. Red strappy loops suggested it could be tied. Some of the chains were smaller to the point of forming dainty loops. Others were thicker with the center openings covered in vibrant woven fabric. Itmightbe enough to hide some of my more sensitive bits.
Maybe it’s an erotic sort of puzzle?I wondered.
Or maybe I was just being wrapped like a present.
Perhaps Lucifer had also been intrigued by the images he’d seen in Vita and wanted to play them out in some capacity.
This is not going to end well.
“Do you need me to help you?” Ajax offered, making me shiver.
“No,” I immediately replied. I was already humiliated enough. I wasn’t going to have Ajax drape these chains over me and pity me when he saw how little they covered.
“Okay,” he said as he eased back through the doorway. “Then I’ll wait for you. We’ll go down when you’re ready.” His obsidian irises glimmered with fire, suggesting he was almost as unhappy as I was about this. But I somehow doubted this was impacting him as much as it was impacting me.
He left without another word, confirming that he wasn’t going to do a damn thing to stop this. Not that he could. But it still stung to know I was on my own here.
Just like always,I thought, growling to myself.This is such bullshit.
I tossed the chains onto the sheets, then unraveled my robe and removed my nightgown.
Standing naked by the side of the bed, I arranged the chains in the way I thought they should go.
Might as well see how bad this is,I decided. It would help me calculate just how pissed off I should be by this situation.
Based on what I was seeing so far, pretty damn pissed.
The thicker chains wound up on top, which might be enough to cover my breasts, but then that left little to nothing for my lower half.
Frowning, I turned it upside down and glowered at the offensive configuration.
This was definitely how it was meant to be worn, which meant my breasts would be completely visible, minus a few barely-there drapes of small chains. But it was the only way to cover my groin and ass.
Fuck.
Grinding my teeth so hard that my jaw ached, I slowly stepped into the loops and wound them up my thighs.
“If this shows anything private, I am not keeping it on,” I vowed.
Some part of me hoped a magical gown would appear to replace the chains after I passed this “test” of obedience.
Except, when I put the first layer on, I realized that wasn’t going to be the case at all.
Because once it was on, it wouldn’t budge.
And the ends magically fused together, sealing the piece in place around me with a finality that made my lips part.
Shit.
“Surely it’s just…” I mumbled to myself as I yanked at the metal, trying to adjust the tight grip it now had on my upper thigh.
It didn’t move.
“Fuck.”
Once everything was in place, this so-called outfit would not be coming off, not without some magical assistance.
