“Lie on your stomach and keep those hands behind your back.”
I paused again, holding his gaze for a second longer, searching for cracks, hesitation, anything.
Nothing.
Fine.
I turned and lowered myself onto the bed then placed my hands behind my back again.
He stepped between my slightly parted legs. I could feel it in the shift of the mattress.
Then the belt.
The leather wrapped around my wrists though not tight enough to hurt.
I flexed my hands slightly, testing it.
Oh, I was not going anywhere.
God, I hope this man isn’t a sicko. Wait, now is when I think of that!
He noticed realization settling into my expression.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said, turning my head enough to look back at him. “But I get the feeling you don’t care.”
“I don’t.”
I smiled against the sheets.
Yeah.I was definitely about to have fun with him. Or he was gonna have fun with me. Or kill me.
I guess I’ll find out soon.
“You aren’t gonna kill me, right Mr. S?”
“If I was, why would I tell you.”
“I guess that’s true. Can you at least tell me your real name first?”
“Desire,” He said with a new found base in his voice. “I let your little antics get the better of me for a lot longer than I usually put up with. Honestly, I find it a little cute. But it ends now. I don’t play with my food. That being said, if you decide to stay, from here on out, all the little games and quips end. Respect the rules I placed or leave. Understood?”
My stomach free falls, still I try to lighten the mood again. “You couldn’t have said that before you tied me up?”
He uses one foot to kick my heels apart, spreading my legs until I’m off balanced and exposed, completely at his mercy. He steps closer, crotch pressed against my thighs, and I feel the slight bulge in his slacks. The bed dipped as he used his arms to hold him up as he hovered over me, breath grazing my neck as he spoke.
“Answer me. Do you understand?”
The strong scent of his cologne burned my lungs and almost choked me. My eyes squeezed shut and I nodded.
“I need a verbal response, Desire. Communicate.”
“Y-yes. I understand.”
His hand goes to the belt, “You staying or going?”
“I’ll stay,” I whimpered.
