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The rattle of the chains was enough to make me flinch.

When she closed the cabinet, Nash let four chains and four long strips of leather dangle from her palms. Within reach, Nash licked her teeth. “Hands out.”

I lifted my arms, presenting my wrists to her.

She wrapped a cuff around each of my wrists, one at a time. They matched the wall paper, a deep red with a lace Damask pattern across them. A silver chain dangled from each cuff.

Once they were on, Nash lifted the end of the chain to the metal loop at the top of the Cross. She attached each cuff to its corresponding side, the force of her pressing my wrist into the cross making me whimper.

“Tell Master how it feels.” Nash stepped back, watching as I pulled down on the chain.

No give.

Breathing heavy, I shook my head. “Scary. Vulnerable. Master.”

“Good.” Nash laughed before kneeling down in front of me. She wrapped the two remaining cuffs around my ankles and used her strong arms to pull my legs apart. Once I was clipped into the restraints, Nash let her tongue lick my ankle and dragged her tongue up my leg.

“Oh, fuck.” I cried out as I felt the warm spit she’d left on my flesh cool in the air.

The chains rattled as I tried to move.

But I was clipped in tight, my body suspended in place.

Nash rose to her feet, taking a deep breath in as she stepped back. Licking her lips, she was taking in my body.

Completely naked, there was nothing to hide from her.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. I should just keep you locked away down here.” Her jaw clenched as she considered it.

I met her gray eyes. “Whatever pleases you, Master.”

Peeking around the room, I realized there were no windows. There’d be no way for me to tell if the sun had risen. I’d have to trust that Nash would stay true to her word. But I wouldn’t have let her chase me through Feverpoint if I didn’t believe her.

Nash took a step back, her eyes traveling around my body as I squirmed. The sweat from running away from her was drying on my skin, making the air colder. There was no way for me to generate heat, all I could do was wait for her to play with me.

After a moment, Nash let out a deep growl and sauntered to the wood racks along the walls. From the toys on the wall, she grabbed a long, black crop.

Twirling the handle in her hand, she walked back toward me. “I told you that I had plenty of toys to use on you. Tonight, you’ll get a taste.”

Nash stood off to the side of the cross, tapping the wide black keeper of the crop on her palms. After a few test slaps, Nash lifted the crop and brought it down on my thigh.

“Shit!” I yelped, a sting rushing over the skin.

A smirk took over Nash’s face as she watched me squirm, testing the lengths of chains that kept me attached to the cross. She smacked the opposite thigh, letting pink flush the area.

“Oh, god.” I whimpered, this time adjusting to the sensation.

She clicked a button on the crop’s handle, a high-pitched whine barely audible.

“What the fuck…”

Before the question could leave my lips, Nash let the crop slam into my stomach. A zap of electricity flowed from the crop’s end and into my skin.

“Oh, FUCK!” I screamed. It hadn’t hurt as badly as I thought it would, despite the sharp pain that radiated off my skin. But the shock of the jolt was enough to catch me off guard.

Nash laughed, a deep, cruel rumble. “You have no idea what you signed up for. But don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything tonight, Sweet Lamb.”

My body quaked with nerves, even as slick excitement grew between my legs.