His eyes became sharp and predatory.“I’m not the only one.”
Chapter 29
“As much as I’d like to continue this conversation,” Sebastian’s eyes flicked to my crotch again before continuing,“we need to establish some ground rules for next time.”
“What makes you think I’d want to do this again?”
He slowly circled around me.“I notice every shiver up your spine, every clench of yourteeth. I know your panties are soaked bythe thought of the things I’ll do to you.”
I strained my neck to see him.“You’re fucking delusional.”
“Keep up that tone with me, and I’ll put you in somethingmuchmore restrictive.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said.
A wolfish smile cameacrosshis face, threatening to devour me whole. “Do you want to find out?”
“Not at all.” Although my lower body disagreed with my statement.
His long pointer finger caressed my jawwhilehe stared down at me. I jerked my head away from his hand, and his smile deepened.
“Let’s go over some ground rules. First, you need to be sober if you want me to play with you-”
“I’d need to be drunk to want to fuck you.”
“You were sober last night, and you were ten seconds away from begging,” he chuckled.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“I wish we wouldn’t have been interrupted. I had so many plans forthose.” His eyes locked on my nipples, and they hardened painfully.
“Know that,” he said, saving me from replying, “I won’t ever touch you unless you arecompletely sober. You are not allowed to dampen the feelings of my nails digging into your skin, or forget in the morning the humiliating things I whispered in your ear.”
“It won’t be a problem, because I won’t let you touch me again.”
“If you say so,” he said with that damned amusement in his eyes.“My second rule is that anything you do while we’re playing will have no effect on our business relationship. So if you don’t feel likeparticipatingor need to use your safeword,there'll neverbe repercussions.”
He lookedat me fora moment, and I glared back at him.
“Okay, I think that’s enough fun for today,” he said.
Sebastian moved behind me, and I strained my neck to look down at the arm restraints. My arms were criss-crossed over each other. A long piece of leather was covering my hands, wrists, and upper arms. No skin was visible from elbow down. Three metal buckles secured the leather in place. Two of those metal buckles were attached to the back of the iron chair.
“After I untie you, promise you’ll be a good girl.My brother wants any excuse he can take you away, and if youtryto escapeyou’ll play right into his plan.”
He stopped a foot away, watching me.
“Promise me,” he ordered. That authoritative voice was back. The one that made me yearn to simultaneously obey and disobey him. The voice thatmade me wantto know how he’d react if I fought back. I pushed those thoughts away.
“Fine,” I said begrudgingly. As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point. And the last thing I wanted was to get tortured by Luca.For now, I’d play nice.
Sebastianunhooked the first belt holding my arms in place, and I felt some of the pressure release. He waited for a moment, probably waiting to see if I’d try to attack him. When I stayed still he unlocked the second and third belt. The leather fell limp against the chair. He pulled a small metal key out of his pocket, and he unlocked the chains attaching the leather to the chair. Then he tossed the entire thing towards a black sofa.
Sebastian stepped far enough away that I couldn’t grab at him, and crossed his arms. Now that my hands were free, I alsomimicked his poseand glared up at him.
“It’s so tempting you keep your legs open for the rest of the day. But it’s time we talked business,” he said.
I flicked him off. That was so much moresatisfyingwhen myhands weren’t restrained.
