Footsteps approached from behind me.
“Put the guns away,” Sebastian ordered. The men didn’t move their guns. Sebastian turned his icy gaze towards them. Immediately, the men hurried to stuff their guns in their suit jackets.
“Sit,” Sebastiansaid, turning his attention to me.
The menshiftedout of my way, so I could slowly squatonto the heavy iron dining chair with a white cushion on top. Sebastian stepped forward, holding black leather handcuffs.
“Think I can write these off as a business expense?”He smirked at his own joke as he kneeled down by my feet.
“Asshole,” I muttered.
Sebastian glared at the surrounding men. “If any of you do anything to hurt her, you’ll regret it.”
After glaring at the men to get his point across, he leaned towards me, and whispered softly in my ear, “Anything you want to say?”
“No.”
“If that changes let me know.”
Sebastian moved the cuff towards my ankle.The fabric was velvety and soft on the inside of the cuff. Sebastian clicked the cuff closed around my left ankle, and attached it to the iron chair leg. He cuffed my other ankle, but didn’t attach it to anything for a moment. He stared at my face for a moment, his own unreadable.
Finally, Sebastian deftly unknotted the rope binding my ankles together, and yanked my legs further apart before attaching myankle tothe chair leg.The fact that all of his men were witnessing this was humiliating, yet my body didn’t seem to get the memo.
Sebastian’shands moved up above my knee. He wrapped a larger cuff around the bottom of my right thigh and buckled it stiffly. A short chain was dangling from it. He forced my knee towards the corner of the chair, and attachedthe chainto a divot in the leg of the iron chair. Sebastian circled another cuff around my left thigh.
Despite the situation, all I could focus on was whether my liquid heat was going to darken the seat cushion, and all these men would witness it. There was something seriously wrong with me.
Once the cuffwas buckled in place, he jerked my knee towards the corner of the chair. He chained that leg into place, forcing me to keep my legs opened. I tried to yank my knees closed, but they stayed spread open. Fuck, I wish I’d picked black sweatpants. I forced myself not to check to see if there was a darkening spot.
“What’s my favorite color?” he whispered into my ear.
Another opportunity to use my safeword.
“Blue,” I replied.
Sebastian smiled and tapped his finger right above my eye. “You’re right.”
When his finger left my face,Ialmost feltdisappointed.
“I’m going to untie this hand. Be a good girl,” he said.
The rope went slack around my wrist, and before I could react he roughly yanked both of my armsbehind my back.My chestarchedforward, andmy shoulders felt like they were going to pop.Withhis freehand, he pushed on my back forcing my chest towards the glass table.
“Is that all you got?” I growled. Despite the discomfort, I wanted him to push harder.
His hand pressed against my back, and he leaned in close enough for his breath to whip the wispy hairs around my cheek. “This is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you later.”
So much for that white cushion.
Sebastian leaned back while keeping his hand firmly in place. With the other hand I felt him force my arms tocriss-crossover each other.Each of myhands waspressed against the opposite elbow, and my shoulders were still screaming at me.
I felt soft fabric press over my entire upper arms. The binding tightened, and thenmetalclinkedagainst metal multiple times.Suddenly,thehand on my back was gone, and I yanked myself back into a sitting position. The pain from my shoulders disappeared when I was fully upright, but my entire forearm was locked against something.
“Leave,” Sebastian said, his face expressionless as he looked at the guards surrounding me.
“Luca said-” one of them started.
Sebastian interrupted with a growl, “He said to accompany me home, not watch me play with her.Don’t make me repeat myself.”
