“Now we can do this fun way, or the boring way. If you choose the boring option, you’ll meekly let me tie you up without fighting back. And I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” he said.
It was odd that he was in complete control of the situation, yet he was placing decisions in my hands. It was bizarre to feel so vulnerable yet somehow in control.
“And what’s the other option?” I asked.
Dark intensity crept into his eyes. “You act like the brat that you are. And I put you into your place.”
My thighs clenched together. “Aren’t you scared I’m going to take you hostage again?” I asked.
His lips curved into a cruel smile. “No.”
“What do you get out of it? It’s more of a risk for you than me,” I said.
“Let me give you a taste of what I have in mind.” After I nodded my assent, he stroked a finger down the curve of my neck. “I want to see you scratch and claw with all your strength. I want you to fight as hard as you can and still lose to me.”
His hand snaked into my hair and pulled hard. Pain melded into pleasure and raced towards my pussy. “I want you forced to give up every semblance of control. I want to break you, and then put you back together,” he said.
Sebastian stepped away from me, his eyes roving over my face as he said, “You can fight me as hard as you want until Luc’s men arrive. Then I need you to pretend to be meek and submissive. The choice is yours, either way I swear to do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
His words got me so wound up that all I wanted to do was get lost in the sensuality of it. But he was staring down at me, waiting for me to decide.
I tried to see the downside of the second option, but couldn’t find one. If I somehow managed to break free of his restraints, I could grab his gun and take off before Luca arrived.
“We’ll do the second option. But if I change my mind, we do it the boring way,” I said.
“Just use your safeword if that happens. Are you ready?”he asked.
“Do you usually ask this many questions to the women you tie up?”
He smiled, baring his long white teeth.“I’ll ask you as many questions as I want.”
His free handgrippedmy hair and yanked on it.“Now answer me when I speak to you, are you ready?” hegrowled.
Painpulsed throughmy scalp, butjust as quickly he massaged at the tendrils of pain. I fought against the instinct toleaninto his hand.
“I’m ready,” I said,glaringup at him.
With his free hand, he nimbly untied the knot that had kept my left hand locked in place.Instinctively, I reached for his throat,buthis fingers dug into a tender spot below my wrist. Pain forced a gasp out of my throat. Before I could react, he forced my momentarily free hand against my other wrist, and wrapped the surrounding rope around both.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it was almost fun, and I preferred focusing on this rather than where my future lay. The idea of escaping from him was tantalizing, but I was pragmatic enough to know it was unrealistic.
When he released my wrist, I struggled against the new restraints binding both of my hands together. Once again, there was no give.I tried to yank against the scarf that was still attaching my right hand to the bed. No luck.
He moved away from the bed and picked up the knife. I had no desireto use my safeword, butthe rational part of me said Ishould test him.Make sure he wouldrespect the confines of the rules.
“Red,” I said.
He immediately set down the knife, and didn’t move an inch closer to me.
“Are you okay?”he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“Just making sure you’ll actually stop.”
Sebastian nodded. “That’s fair. Are you okay with restarting now, or do you want to stop? Like I said before, this is entirely your choice.”
“You can begin,” I said.
