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Picking them up, I search the pockets, prepared to run if the keychains rattle and wakes Husband up. But I don’t find any keys. He put them somewhere else.
My eyes nervously flicker around the room and I grit my teeth. Where? Where did he put them?
“What are you doing with my pants?”
Tensing up like a tight fist, I feel a shudder down my spine. A yelp almost rumbles out of my throat and I prepare to run for the door when I stop. Why does he sound so calm? He doesn’t sound angry and I squint with my eyes, trying to see in the dark.
There’s something different about his shape. He’s not sleeping in a normal position and I gulp.
What is that? Is that what I think it is?
Walking over to the windows, I pull the curtains to let some light in and my mouth drops in shock. I’m stationary. I can't move. Husband isn’t moving either. He seems to be naked under the covers and he’s propped up on his pillows, his face tense as he watches me but his hand...
His hand is cuffed to the bed.
He does to himself what he does to me. My body starts shaking like crazy and I’m not even sure why.
“Where’s the k...key?” I stutter and he lowers his eyes.
“Don’t,” he rasps, looking up again. His voice is ice cold. “Don’t go. You don’t get to leave me.”
And there it is. Just a sliver in his eyes. But he’s scared. Petrified that I’ll leave.
I’m going to. I’m going to run away. So why am I still standing in his room like I’ve just grown roots? Why do I want to go over to him and suddenly hold him?
If I leave, I will never know who he is...
His gaze roams down my body and the expression in his eyes turns frozen like there’s too much water running wild and he needs to cover it up with ice. It gives me the chills, gives me goosebumps. He jerks his head in a motion for me to get up. I stare. He wants me to get on top of him.
“I’m harmless.” His voice comes out husky, sounding the opposite of harmless. “I’m tied. Can’t do anything.”
I glance at the cuffs and I find myself taking a step closer to the bed. I’m looking at it like it’s on fire. Like he’s on fire. This is dangerous. But maybe a part of me wants to get burned. By him.
“Take them off,” he says gruffly and my lower lip quivers. I don’t have to take his orders. I’m not the one who’s tied up. And yet I hook my fingers into the panty line and I let my underwear slide down my legs.
His big body shudders and he holds out his free hand. “Give them to me.”
I shake my head. “No. You kidnapped me.”
“Daphne...” he warns, his fist closing then opening. “Give me.”
But I refuse. “The key in exchange for my panties.”
“I don’t negotiate with little girls,” he drawls and fervor rips through my veins. I shake my head again, hanging my panties on the bed knob at a safe distance from him. He lets out a growl, yanking at the cuffs and I startle, stumbling backward when I realize that he really can’t move.
And it makes a smile tug at my lips. He’s been keeping me a prisoner, telling me what to do and what not to do. I’ve been calling him Husband ever since I came here. But now he’s not in control anymore. And it makes me want to taunt him.
He’s majestic. Bestial. And now he’s at my mercy.
These days in captivity must have made me lose my mind because I put my hand on the mattress and lean forward. The bed dips and at first I just stand there, wondering what exactly it is that I’m doing.
His eyes don’t flare and he doesn’t seem surprised. Instead he’s got his poker face on and I swallow. But he watches my every move and his bare chest isn’t undulating as if he’s stopped breathing.
I can’t breathe either and something pops off in my heart and mind when I climb up and straddle him. Maybe that little ounce off control I thought I just had. I’m not in control. I just did what he wanted. I got on top of him and I pull my gown over my head until I’m completely exposed. Even when he’s cuffed and immobilized, he still knows how to get to me.
My inner thighs are stinging and I feel something hard underneath the covers and my cheeks heat when I realize what it is. I’m right above his hips, sitting right above his...he jerks with his hips in the air causing me to fly upward and I gasp.
“Higher,” he says with narrowed eyes and I stare at him.
