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One orgasm hadn’t been enough.
I wanted more.
I repeated his words in my head, over and over as I tried to convince myself to wait, but my own denial only seemed to make things worse. Just when I was about to give in and slip my hands between my thighs, the door creaked open.
I heard his footsteps as he walked to my side of the bed. My eyes fluttered open, and I gazed back up at him.
“Sir… please…” I begged.
“Wait for me, little girl.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered.
“Do I need to use my belt after all?”
“No,” I blurted out. He moved to walk away, leaving me alone once more.
“Wait,” I whispered.
“What is it, little girl?”
“Will you use your belt to bind my hands?” I asked tentatively.
“You want to be bound?”
“I don’t know if I can control myself otherwise, sir.” I blushed furiously.
He turned back, striding over to me. He leaned down and kissed me. His lips claimed mine, telling me without words that he was just as needy as I was right now. When he pulled away, he already had my wrists in his hands. Slowly, he pulled them up and over my head. He wrapped his belt around the bedframe and bound me once more.
With the possibility of self-pleasure taken away completely, I closed my eyes.
I didn’t wake until morning.
CHAPTER15
Naomi
Before I was ready to wake, the room was awash in light. Beams of sunlight broke through the window, and I snuggled into the bed in an effort to escape them. Someone grabbed the covers and tugged them off me and I blinked blearily, not really wanting to get up yet.
“Not yet, Ryker. Can you close the curtains?” I groaned.
“I’m not Ryker,” a woman answered.
A sudden panic jolted through me, and I tugged my hands, suddenly remembering that I was entirely naked, and my wrists were still very much bound to the bed. I turned my head to see an older woman watching me closely and I felt my face heat with embarrassment. I couldn’t think of anything to say that might explain how I’d ended up this way, so I didn’t even try.
“My name is Denise. It is my job to prepare you for your wedding,” she offered politely. She didn’t comment on my current state. In fact, she didn’t even seem remotely surprised. I tried not to think too much about what that meant, even as she reached for me and unbuckled the belt from my wrists. I curled my knees up into my chest.
“I’m Naomi,” I offered. She smiled as if she already knew.
“Come now. I am to accompany you to an appointment at the bathhouse. Then I am to prep you for your wedding this afternoon,” she stated. When I didn’t move right away, she leveled me with a stern glare. “I’ve also been told that if you’re uncooperative, then I am to inform your husband so that he can deal with you himself tonight.”
That was enough to make me sit up straight. She lifted a bag up onto the bed.
“Go freshen up in the restroom. No more than five minutes. We’re on a schedule,” she said as she rustled through it. I hopped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, mortified to be around a perfect stranger when I was completely naked. I shut the door, brushing my teeth and splashing a bit of water on my face. When I was finished, I opened the door tentatively and walked back into the room.
She had a silky white robe lying on the bed. On the floor was a matching pair of ballet flats.
“Put this on,” she directed.
