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“Cleo did this to you? And you let her?
“Like I said, I was in a very dark place back then. These marks on my skin have nothing on the scars that are permanently carved into my soul.”
He then pulls away from my touch and turns to face me, cupping my cheeks in his hands.
“I will not mark you like this, but for a few days you will be sore and bruised. There may be a few burn marks on your wrists and ankles too. Some light cuts on your breasts. I’m telling you this because I want you to consent to it still after knowing what your body is about to endure. What I’m about to do is not for the weak of heart. It is for warriors. Soldiers. And winter queens.”
I chew on his words and go through every little detail and imagine myself wearing such badges of honor.
“I want this,” I confess in a grave tone and proceed to untie my cape from my neck.
Teo turns his back to me once more, giving me my privacy to undress.
Not that it will make much of a difference.
He’s going to see me naked the minute he turns around.
I drape off the summer dress and kick it to where Teo’s clothes are on the floor.
“You can turn around now.”
Teo does as instructed but he keeps his eyes lowered instead of looking at my naked frame.
“Lie on the table,” he instructs with that low timbre voice that makes my heart palpitate.
I do as he commands and lie on the table. Sprawled out like this, I feel more vulnerable than I ever have been in my life. My cheeks feel flushed as I feel a heat pool in my lower belly.
But then I remember his advice about how we feel less inhibited when we are blindfolded, so I close my eyes and instantly feel more relaxed not being able to read Teo’s face as he starts his preparations.
“I’m going to tie you up now.”
I nod, my mouth feeling suddenly drier than the desert we passed to get to this city.
To his credit, Teo doesn’t make some offhand comment or joke about my nudity or this peculiar predicament we find ourselves in. In fact, since we entered this house, he’s been in total control of his emotions. It’s like something has taken over my carefree friend and molded him into someone serious and direct.
“Does this hurt?” he asks, and I feel him tug at the rope that’s wrapped around my wrist.
I shake my head.
“It itches a bit, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“It will,” he advises with that same cool and collected tone he’s prone to using here. “I’m going to put the blindfold on you now, so if you want to open your eyes, now is the time to do it.”
“Are you going to be this authoritarian and domineering the whole time?”
“Yes,” he says without missing a beat.
My heart does a double take and my insides begin to quiver.
“Okay,” I reply, not really knowing what else to say.
But just as I feel him walk to where my head is at, my eyelids fling open.
“Why are you always telling me what you are about to do? Is that a part of… this?”
He nods.
“It’s better that you know beforehand what is about to happen. That way if something pushes beyond your limits, you have enough time to say your safe word. Do you still remember what that is?”
