Sebastian picked up the knife, but kept his distance from me. “I’m curious though, how would you feel if I used this knife on you?”
“You touch me with that knife, and I’ll gut you.”
He smirked.“Sounds like knife play is off the table in the future.”
“Is that even a thing?”
His grinbecamewicked.“Oh, itdefinitelyis.”
“I can’t imagine that’s very fun.”
Sebastian ran his finger over the dull end of the knife, “I can make anything fun. A wine bottle, chopsticks, chip clips.”He shrugged.“You name it, I can make it your new favorite toy. But, I’llneverpush you to do something you don’t want. I prefer you begging for it.”
My nipples tensed. Justimaginingwhat he could do with a chip clip should not have gotten me so aroused. Slowly, he walked towards me, and picked up the free end of the rope that had settled on the floor. He pulled the rope taut and assessed it for a moment. Then he raised the knife and began cutting into a spot about eight feet from where my hands were bound. When he finished cutting through the rope,he setdown the knife on the bedside table. After watching my face for a moment, he walked toward my feet with the cutoff section of rope still in his hand.
This time he didn’t touch the restraints on my feet. I tried to kick at him, but he wrapped the rope around my foot, knotting it in a way I’d never seen before. He pulled the rest of the rope to my other foot, and after looping the rope around my foot he began knotting it in the same manner.
He looked out the window, even though the pink frilly blinds were covering up any view of the outside.
“After I untie the scarf, you’re going to put your hands against your neck like a good girl,” he said.
“Why the hell would I do that?”
Sebastian bared his teeth. “Because I’ll punish you if you don’t.”
He was expecting me to fight him the second he detached my wrists from the bed. And in this situation, I’d be at a disadvantage since my wrist would still be attached to the rope. I wanted to hit when he was least expecting it.
Sebastian’s hand skimmed over the inside of my arm, leaving waves of heat behind. When he reached my wrist, he deftlyuntied the scarf. Going against every self survival instinct, I laid my bound hands on the back of my neck obediently. A look of amusement shone in his eyes.
I laid still while he stepped towards my feet. He untied the silky sheets from my feet. Thenhe stepped back up to the head of the bed and picked up the long rope binding my hands together. He tugged on it lightly, like it was a leash.
“Be a good girl and sit up,” he said.
Begrudgingly, I engaged my abdominal muscles and slowly sat up on the bed. All the whileI keptmy hands pressed against the back of my neck. When I was sitting up, I glanced down at my feet. There was afootof slack rope between one bound foot and the other.
“Now stand up from the bed. Don’t move your hands fromyourneck, or I’ll punish you,” he said.
Heat flared into my cheeks. I wantedto wrapmy bound hands around his neck, and squeeze.I pushed that thought away and inched my bound feet towards the side of the bed. Soon,I’d fight back.I kicked my feet past the mesh canopy and set them on the ground. I dragged my legs apart as far as they could go and slowly stood up.
“We’re going to head to thefoyer. The men will be here soon,” he said.
Iglanceddown at my bound feet:I wouldn’t be able to kick out very far. My only option would be to jam my knee up.
Sebastian tugged on the leash and began walking backwards. Damn it, I’d been hoping he’d turn his back on me.His eyesretained thatamused glintas he watched me take a small step forward. My progress was slowed by how little I could stretch my legs. Getting irritated with my progress, I tried to take a larger step and my shifted weight tipped me forward.
Before I could break my fall, his powerful hands caught onto the dips above my hips.
I jerked in his grip and reached for the gun in his waistband. The amusement in his eyes morphed into hunger. His fingers gripped onto the underside of my wrists. He yanked my hands away from his gun.
Keeping his grasp firm on my wrists, he growled, “There she is. I was wondering when my little fighter would come out to play.”
Before I could even process what I was doing, I spat in his face.
Chapter 26
Sebastian bared his teeth as my spit slowly dripped towards his lips. A long pink tongue poked out and swiped away the residue. “You can fight me as much as you want. But I’ll give it back to you two-fold,” he said.
“Bring it on,” I growled.
