Page 137 of Merciless Daddy

“Undress slowly.”

She untied the robe.

It slipped from her shoulders and fell in a dark pool around her feet. She stood naked beneath the bedside lamp. Pale skin. Sharp collarbones. The small black falcon on her hip.

“Kneel for me.”

She sank to her knees beside the bed.

My cock hardened so fiercely I had to close my hand around the bedpost.

“Offer me your wrists.”

She lifted both hands.

No bravado. No joke. Just trust.

I took the silk cuffs from the bed and fastened the first around her left wrist. I slid two fingers beneath it. Enough room. No pressure. No risk of circulation loss.

Then the second.

Her breath caught when I checked it.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I ran my thumb over the silk at her wrist.

“You look very beautiful like this,” I said.

Her eyes fluttered.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I bent and kissed her forehead.

Then I lifted her into my arms and carried her toward the bed.

The bedframe had been built for security, not sex. Solid wood. Padded headboard. Reinforced attachment points hidden beneath the fabric.

I had checked them myself.

I laid Yelena on the bed and supported her head while I positioned her wrists above her. The silk cuffs clipped to the padded loops with a quiet sound.

She tested the restraint once.

Not fighting. Feeling it.

“Can you move your fingers?” I asked.

She flexed them.

“Any pulling?”

“No.”

“Any numbness?”