I gulped when I saw him pull out leather cuffs that were lined with what looked like fur and had buckles to tighten them. They had metal D-rings that would lock them together.
“You’re not putting me in those, are you? You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I will not hurt you, Zoey. I want a shower. It’s been a long fucking week, and I’m tired. I don’t trust you, despite your speech in there not to run or try to call for help, so I will tie you up and take you with me wherever I go.
“I brought these because they are built for restraint and comfort at the same time. Handcuffs will bite into your skin, leaving marks and cuts. Rope will rub your skin raw and leave abrasions, and zip ties are too easy to escape if you get the cheap ones and people notice when you get the ones meant to detain people.
“Go to a kink shop to get bondage toys, and people just think you have a fun sex life.”
My heart was pounding in my ears, and I wasn’t even going to acknowledge what his words did to my lady parts.Go to a kink shop to get bondage toys, and people just think you have a fun sex life.
All the books I’ve read with BDSM themes and undertones flashed through my head. Jeanne St. James and Xavier Neal were two authors that came to mind right away.
I could imagine exactly what those cuffs would feel like wrapped around my wrists. I didn’t need him to put them on me to know what they would feel like—I’d read those descriptions many times over and envisioned it many more. None of this should turn me on. I was sick—a Stockholm Syndrome poster child.
Embarrassed by my reaction to him, to all of this, I ducked my head so he couldn’t see my face or my tears. When he clasped my wrists gently in his hands and cuffed one wrist, then the other, tightening them just enough so I couldn’t slip out.
The fur was soft and warm against my wrists. He then used the double D-Link to secure my wrists together. I swallowed hard at the fear and desire and shame that all warred within me.
When he moved toward the bag again, I hazarded another glance in that direction. He pulled out gear I recognized immediately.
“I don’t want to use this on you, Zoey.” He held up the ball gag. “You going to be good without it?”
I nodded, still not trusting my voice. How had I gotten here? How had everything gotten so damn screwed up so fast?
“Good.”
He tossed the gag back onto the bed and grabbed a long leather leash. He quickly hooked the leash to the D-links at my wrists and held the other end in his hand while he opened his duffel and started pulling out a towel, shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothbrushes, and toothpaste.
“Come on,” he said as he pulled the leash to lead me into the bathroom behind him.
It was old and dusty, but clean. He turned on the water to let it run and quickly rinsed out the tub.
“Can’t this wait until your friend gets back?” I asked him when he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the muscular expanse of his chest and the tattoos beneath the sleek buttoned up suits.
“We could, but we might as well get it over with now,” he said simply as he shrugged out of the shirt.
“Get what over with?”
“How it’s going to be when he heads back to the city in the morning. There will be no such thing as privacy between us. You better get used to it now.”
I stood there in stunned silence as he stripped down and out of his clothes right in front of me. He was hard all over. His arms, his chest, his abs... I closed my eyes tight and looked away when I saw the hard length of his cock pointing toward me like an accusing finger—a very large, very thick accusing finger.
My hands lifted out in front of me as he used the leash to pull me toward him and the running shower. I opened my eyes and forced myself only to look at his face. Amusement and something else burned in his eyes. It was intense, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
“Have a seat, Zoey.” He guided me to the edge of the tub.
“I’ll sit on the toilet.”
“You’ll sit on the edge of the tub unless you want to get in with me? It would save time and water.” He arched a brow at me, and I conceded, irritatedly flopping down less than gracefully on the side of the tub without thinking first.
When I sat, it put his cock right in my line of sight. My God, it looked even bigger from down here. I turned away, but not quick enough because he saw the blush that was covering my face as he stepped over the side of the tub and into the shower behind me.
I gritted my teeth and kept my eyes focused on the door across the room. I could feel the tether moving as he washed his body, and I refused to glance toward him.
“I’m getting wet,” I muttered when the splatter of water kept hitting my shoulder and back from where I sat.
“I bet you are.” His voice was husky and low, and when I turned to look at him, his back was to me. He was under the spray of the water.
