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CHAPTER 94

WILLOW

His arms go under me as he shifts us on the bed. He scoots me up higher toward the headboard then grabs my wrists again pinning them to the mattress. The rose petals below us get moved, some getting stuck in my hair and the others being fluffed to the floor.

“Don’t move,” he growls, and I can feel my pussy clench on nothing. Begging to be filled.

He gets up and moves to the end of the bed leaning to unzip and remove my boots then my socks. The only thing I’m wearing is my black thong. His eyes run over every inch of my body, admiring and looking like he’s going to devour me. God, I fucking hope so.

He walks over to the bag sitting on the ground, picks it up, then opens it up as he walks back to the side of the bed. He sets down four bundles of what look like straps, then another blindfold.

“What else is in the bag?” I ask curiously.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to guess.”

“Guess?”

He holds up the blindfold and leans over me again.

“I’ll ask you again. Do you trust me, Little Rabbit?”

“With everything.”

“Good. Now sit up a little bit.”

He ties the blindfold tight, the soft black silk is smooth against my skin. It smells like his cologne. Overtaking my sense of smell as my sense of sight is taken from me.

“Can you see?” he asks.

“Not a single thing.”

“Good.”

I can feel him move on the bed then grab my wrist. It’s pulled tight as he wraps one of the straps around it then I hear a click as if he locked it to something. I tug against the restraint and feel it snap tight. It doesn’t have any slack. He repeats the same thing to my other wrist.

“Do you remember what to say if you want this to stop?” he asks as I feel him leave the bed.

“Red.”

“Good girl.”

He runs a hand down my leg to my foot lifting it to place a kiss against my ankle bone before wrapping the restraint around it. Another click and I feel the strap pull tight. This is like the truck, but better. The other leg is restrained, and I tug against all of them just to feel how tightly they are done. I’m spread open on the bed, legs wide and arms stretched above my head, leaving me fully exposed to him.

“Tell me, Little Rabbit, did you enjoy that night in my truck? The one where I had you bare and spread open just like this on my front seat?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy what we did?”

“Yes,” I moan from the memory.

“Good. Because I’d love to do that again. Will you let me take you into my darkness, Little Rabbit? Wrap it around you and keep you safe while I take care of you?”

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what, Willow?”

I still can’t feel him on the bed, but I can feel his eyes on me. I can hear his breath and I can smell his cologne on the blindfold.