Page 165 of Enthrall Shadows
“Maybe they shouldn’t be here at all, Ms. Chamberlain.”
“No, you’re not going to intimidate me.”
“Or is it Mistress?”
“Take off your shirt.”
“You’ve got some nerve.”
“I told you to remove your shirt.”
“Remember who you’re talking to!”
She pointed her whip at the St. Andrew’s Cross. “Stand there.”
“I’m not doing this with you.”
“You need a taste of what I do. This is how we’ll build respect. Now walk.”
“No.”
“Humor me.”
Dragging my fingernails across my five o’clock shadow, I tried to find some semblance of normality to hold on to.
“Do it for me,” she whispered.
Hanging my head, I decided I owed her a few minutes of my time because we’d already shared so much.
Our intimacy meant something. What we’d shared meant everything. Only it was hard to dial down my jealousy when I was here in this place.
Blinking through the dusky light, I glanced at the St. Andrew’s Cross. “I’m not into pain.”
“I remember.”
“This is a waste of time.”
She snapped her whip against her high latex boot.
Her sternness was amusing and admittedly arousing, though I’d never give up control.
Stomping across the room, I turned my back and leaned against the Cross. “Same perspective.”
Her hips swayed as she walked by me to get to the curtains. It was intriguing to watch her legs in those high-heeled boots glide by with elegance. Right up until I saw what she brought back.
“Here.” She ordered me to raise my hand. “It’s silk. You can break free anytime.”
“Why?”
“You want answers. I’m going to give them to you.”
“That’s a hard pass.”
“Really? Because I recall going all the way to Florida for you.”
God, she was infuriating.
Resting my right hand on the side bar, I let her tie my wrist to the structure. A tug proved her theory. If I wanted to, I could break free. She did the same with the other strip of silk, securing my left arm.
