Page 96 of Ugly Beautiful Scars

Sean undoes the buttons, which also undoes me, and shrugs it off in one smooth movement, revealing trained, large muscles that the low light sculpts into sharp definition. "Anything," he says.

I'm not sure how much more heat I can stand because my body is already a furnace.

"Is the security feed off? It's not recording, right?"

Sean pulls out his phone and does a few quick taps. "Done. I turned off the feed for the living room. The rest are on, though. No sound. Don't want to turn too many off."

I nod, knowing we'll stay in the living room and that most of the cameras are pointed at windows. "Ready?" I ask, barely believing I'm this brave while he's sitting there half-naked, waiting for me to take charge.

He nods, watching me so intensely it feels like he’s the one tying me up, even though I have the handcuffs.

My fingers tremble as I start with his wrists, securing Sean's hands behind the chair by looping the handcuffs around one of its metal bars. The position stretches his chest muscles, making every sinew stand out sharply beneath his tan skin.

Next, I grab the rope and let my fingers slide over the texture. The fibers feel softer than I'd imagined but strong enough to hold someone like Sean in place—hold him just for me and only because he wants it.

I bend and quickly secure Sean's ankles to the leg posts, trying to remember the knots I learned from a video I watched earlier.

When I finish, I step back. Sean tests the restraints but doesn't pull against them too hard; he's giving me control over everything, even how much he seems restrained. "I'm very secure." His deep voice sends another wave of desire between my thighs.

We've barely started and I'm already unbearably wet.

"What now?" he asks.

"Well." I glance at my feet because his gaze is kind of intense. "I thought I might perform for you."

Sean opens his lips to speak but quickly closes them. He's holding something back. I wonder what he might want to say, but for now, I'm grateful for his restraint as I try to ease myself into this.

After telling him I'll just be a moment, I head off to change. Once in my bedroom, I check my phone because I heard it buzz earlier. Raven sent a reassuring text because, of course, I told her everything about my plans today.

RavenMad:Stop anytime you don't feel comfortable! Say NO loud and proud!

I give her some smileys and hearts in return.

Next, I slip into a simple black silk teddy. It's not sheer, so it hides my stomach, and I complete the look with a silk robe to keep my back concealed. No bra or panties.

I check myself in the mirror. It's perfect. My outfit is revealing enough for Sean's eyes without me being too exposed. Finally, I put contacts in and release my hair from a bun, letting it fall over my shoulders.

When I return to the living room, Sean's gaze locks onto me like I'm something impossible made real, his wonder mixing with intense, masculine desire.

A flicker of insecurity tries to creep in but then I remind myself it's just Sean.

Only Sean. And he's tied up.

I'm safe.

I hesitate about revealing the sudden shift inside me, but I know I need to. Trust in this situation goes both ways.

"Yellow," I tell him.

The desire in his eyes cools and he averts his gaze. "Would you like to stop? You're in complete control and I'll do anything you ask."

His response wraps me in safety again, turning my color back to green. "No, it… it was just a momentary feeling. I think I'm okay now."

He nods, eyes tracing over me freely. "I'm glad you told me. Anytime the color changes, let me know. That's important."

Watching Sean's eyes turn molten as they roam over my body dissolves any remaining nervousness about my plan. I move slowly, letting the silk flow around me as I close the distance between us. The urge to kiss him is so strong it nearly derails me, but that has to wait. I don't want to risk freaking out and having this end too soon. This moment is too perfect, too beautiful. And I can't remember ever feeling so grateful for anything in my life.What other man would be willing to go through such a long, patient process with me?

"Thank you."

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