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“I know,” I murmur. “The attack with Drew likely exacerbated everything. And you clearly feel that the bondage helped your last attack, yes?”
“Yes,” she sighs, leaning into my touch. My body lights up with the knowledge that I’m touchingheragain and that it feels fucking incredible. “I don’t know how or why. Well, you explained it so I guess it makes sense. All I know is that today when I got into a fight with Nyx, I felt like I was spiraling and needing something. I was running to my room and I saw the rope and I couldn’t do it like you did, obviously. It was short and I didn’t know what to do. I looked online and it said some people do their legs but it didn’t help the same way.”
“When you had that feeling earlier, what number were you at? Best guess?”
“Four,” she says, face full of sureness.
“And where are you now?”
“Like a two. I feel better but it’s like a buzz under my skin.”
I nod and smile. Dropping my hand from her face, I do something I haven’t done since I was a kid playing in a treehouse with a beautiful girl. I grab her hand, lacing our fingers together as I turn her toward my playroom.
Ella
“Wherearewegoing?”I ask as Stone drags me through his office and toward a short hallway of identical doors.
“Still trust me, sweet girl?” he murmurs, sliding a small ring of keys from his pocket.
“Yes,” I answer automatically. I don’t know what it is about Stone, but the more time I spend with him, especially like this, alone and unguarded, the closer I feel to him.
There is something about him that calms me in a way I don’t know if I’ve ever actually experienced. Even with Hunter, it’s different. Hunter and I connect on a soul-deep level, but for me, there will always be a dark shadow in our past. I’m able to look at him with love, happiness, trust, friendship, and comfort. But looking at him always brings a small reminder of what I’ve been through. I trust him with my life, I really do, but no matter how close we are, we never have moments where I feel utterly at peace.
I feel that way when I’m with Stone.
That thought rattles something inside of me and a small niggle of worry pokes at me. IlikeStone, a lot. He’s extremely attractive, clearly. But he’s also sweet, intelligent, calming, and easy to talk to. Easier to talk to than anyone else I know and that includes Gage and Maddox. That is what freaks me out.
Should I be having these thoughts and feelings about another man? Especially when I already have two boyfriends.
Whore.
Slut.
Trash.
“Hey, where did you go?” Stone asks his back to the closed door, one of his hands still wrapped around mine. His face is full of concern and I briefly wonder how long I’ve been trapped in my head.
“Sorry, just in my thoughts. I’m good,” I reassure with a smile and a nod. He eyes me for a moment before squeezing my hand and turning back around to open the door.
Stone walks into the pitch-black room, tugging me along behind him. I step in closer, staying right on his heels because I literally cannot see a damn thing. He pulls to the right and suddenly, the room is bathed in a warm, red glow that comes from the base of the walls and projects upwards.
Looking around the room, my heart begins to beat rapidly and I fight the urge to run. Stone’s hand on mine tightens as though he’s preparing for just that. His thumb begins to rub circles soothingly on my skin, and it helps slightly, but not much.
“Don’t freak out before you give me the chance to explain, please,” he says quietly, drawing my attention to his face. His eyes are full of sincerity and though I can’t see well in here, I can tell there is almost a pleading expression on his face. I inhale deeply, holding onto the fact that I feel safe with this man and have from my very first interaction with him.
“Okay,” I whisper. His grin is enough to have me relaxing even more. He pulls me deeper into the room that looks like a real-life torture chamber and my anxiety begins to heighten. “Not going to lie, Stone, I’m freaking out a bit right now,” I murmur as my eyes flit from one thing to the next.
One wall is covered in various implements that I can only describe as torture devices. Chains, whips, ropes, leather paddles, wooden paddles, and other unidentifiable objects. Pulling my eyes from that wall and to the one close to me, I come face to face with some sort of huge, leather object in the shape of an X with restraints hanging from it. Instinctively, I step back, pulling on Stone’s hand in the process.
“What the fuck is this place?” I mumble breathily, my eyes darting around and taking in everything else. There’s a couch, some sort of bench, and in the middle of the room, there is a table that closely resembles one you’d see in a gynecologist’s office.
“This is my playroom, Isabella,” Stone says, his tone flat. I look up at him and see his jaw is tight like he’s bracing himself for my reaction. It’s then that I remember the words he spoke to me that day in the elevator.
I’m a Sadomasochist, Ella. I utilize BDSM techniques regularly and Shibari is one of them. That’s a form of what I just did to you.
“What’s a Sadomascochist?” I question, knowing that it must have something to do with this. “And what is BDSM?”
Stone smiles softly and pulls me over to the table bed thing in the middle of the room. He steps in front of me and walks me backward until my ass bumps into it. My already thumping heart begins to batter in my chest at his proximity. He’s standing so close that our bodies are touching and I feel the familiar fire ignite in my lower belly. My breathing picks up and it’s not all from nerves like it should be. Stones hands tentatively reach forward before resting on my hips. My breath hitches as electricity jolts through me.
