Page 20 of Enthrall Shadows
“I wear a suit with clients.” Her tongue ran along her plump lips.
Alone in a room with the sexiest woman I’d ever met—probably not one my better decisions.
I strolled over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. “This one is interesting.”
She followed me. “It’s where I secure my submissive.”
“You’re gay?”
“You don’t get to ask me that.”
“I thought we’re extended family?”
She leaned forward and lifted the metal cuff at the top. “This is total surrender.”
“They can’t fight back?”
“Everything I do is consensual. There’s an arousing aspect to being tied down.”
Reaching up, I examined the silver cuff. Everything here was expensive and classy, emanating sophistication—even the more restrictive pieces.
A game within a game.
My fingers accidently brushed Lotte’s forearm and an invisible electric spark had me snapping my hand away.
She tapped the cuff. “Put your wrist in here.”
I let her lift my arm and place my wrist in the cuff. She clamped the catch down and secured me in steel.
I gave a tug.
A jolt of dread rushed through me.
Her voice trailed off.
A crawling sensation ran through my arm. “Unclip it!”
Her fingers fiddled with the catch.
“Now!” I tried to do it myself.
“Let go,” she ordered. “Let me do it.”
Finally, the metal cuff unlatched, releasing my wrist.
Freeing me.
“Henry, I forgot. I’m sorry.” She sounded distraught.
I took a few steps back, perspiration spotting my brow. I drew in a deep breath, trying to gain some semblance of self-possession.
Caressing my wrist, I brought myself back to the present. “Not into it.”
“Of course not,” she said, with a guilt-ridden expression.
I wasn’t into loud bangs either. Or anything that brought pain. Even the kind of pleasure that might render me vulnerable was frequently avoided.
“That one?” I pointed to a velvet throne that would fit right into the Metropolitan Museum. “Very regal.”
