His imposing dark figure, with the mask looking down on me is a sight I’ll never forget. He doesn’t say anything so I keep talking.
“I think you care entirely too much.” I smile up at him.
In the blink of an eye, I’m sprawled on the floor, gasping for air as Damon looms over me. His knees rest on either side of my shoulders, and with one hand, he firmly holds both of my wrists above my head. He starts unbuckling his belt with his other hand.
“We’re done talking,” he growls and I can’t help but laugh. Feeling overly satisfied with myself for getting him worked up so quickly.
“You’re just like everyone else.”
Damon stops then, his mask staring straight at me as he leans closer.
I love this moment right here, when we’re swaying on the edge of control. Often times I win, but once in a while someone daring surprises me.
I haven’t figured out which way Damon is going to go.
“I can’t wait to hear you beg,” he whispers, lifting his mask to reveal his lips. “One last thing before we get started.”
I blink up at the elongated black holes. “You wanna kiss me?”
He shakes his head. “You remember your safe word?”
Not going to pretend that rejection didn’t hurt, but I guess it’s to be expected since he’s clearly in love with someone else.
I nod silently. Damon leans down and kisses my ear lobe right as I hear the sharp crack of his belt slicing through the air. He yanks my arms down, pinning them at my sides with his knee pressed firmly on top, making it impossible to move. He’s too strong; any attempt to pull away only makes my wrists ache. So I stop resisting and watch as he wraps one end of the belt around my throat and threads the other end down to bind my wrists. Before I know it, I’m trapped—if I try to move my arms, the belt tightens around my neck, choking me.
How did he even manage that so quickly?
Before I have a chance to protest, he’s pulling me up by his belt, restricting my airway for a few seconds as I scramble to get to my feet.
Fuck.
I struggle against the restraint, but it’s pointless—the leather is already biting painfully into my skin. He drags me along like an animal, and I nearly trip over my own feet as we reach what I assume is the end of the hallway or room, whatever this winter wonderland is that we’re trapped inside. Well, I’m trapped. For now, at least, until I figure out how to get out of this bind.
But maybe you don’t. Maybe you ride this out and let the fantasy unfold, just like you’ve always dreamed of.
Maybe I like that plan better.
Time will tell.
CHAPTER 15
DOMINIK
In the middle of all the pine trees, there’s an intricate stump with a web of tangled tree roots rising from the ground. As I follow their twisted paths, I notice half of a tree jutting out from the wall, adorned with ropes, knots, and loops. This place is meant to mimic an outdoor Christmas tree farm, but tying someone to a pine tree would be a challenge, so I appreciate the added prop for those of us who enjoy bondage.
I push Selene against the wall, turning her around and pinning her there with my hand on her throat. I lift her up, wedging my knee between her legs to ensure she can still breathe as I bind her to whatever is available. When I’m finished, I leave my belt hanging around her neck—it might come in handy when she gets mouthy again.
Nothing gets me harder than a defiant brat.
You want me to hurt you? I take pleasure in that so keep pushing my buttons and see the marks I’ll leave on your body.
She squirms, a pathetic attempt at showing me she is trying to get out of the restraints but I can see right through her. This is making her drip. She’s pressing her thighs so tightly together, attempting to find some sort of relief.
She gets off on being a brat and I get off on punishing her.
We both know you won’t.
I toss away that thought, getting fucking fed up of my own brain for working against me. Swearing under my breath, I take out the Swiss Army knife I stole from one of the rooms and flick the blade open. Selene halts, her big eyes moving between me and the blade.
