Page 137 of Sugar

Chapter 29

Cuffed

MADDIE

Iheld the eye contactas I dropped to my knees.

Easton reached out to run his thumb along my jaw. It was the same thing he did to himself, and I suddenly wondered if that was a coincidence. I didn’t have the chance to ask when he said, “So fucking perfect. Do you trust me?”

I answered without a breath of hesitation. “Yes.”

“Wrists.”

My eyes dropped from his to see that he held a set of golden handcuffs. Unlike the ones at the high tops that were attached to the tables, that pair was linked to his armchair.

I lifted my arms, offering my wrists to him.

Offering myself to him.

He encircled one with his own hand first before securing the heavy, cold steel around it. The click seemed to echo around us. He repeated the same process with no hurry.

Binding me to his chair.

I tested the weight before tugging. Unlike the plastic toy ones or the cheap fluffy ones I’d jokingly purchased from the novelty store in the mall, there was no give. The sharp edge dug into my sensitive skin.

“Madeline,” Easton snapped in warning since he liked my surrender not my pain.

I lowered my hands to my lap.

I’d sat like that in his office and house but never cuffed. And never where people could see. Both added another layer to the vulnerability I was able to feel with Easton.

The trust.

The submission.

I looked around again before tilting my head back to ask, “Is everything okay with Atlas and Cohen?”

“As far as I know. Why?”

“They didn’t say hi.”

“No one will because you’re mine.”

“What?” I forced out past the lump in my throat. And not one of discomfort or anger. It was desire so intense, I almost couldn’t think straight.

“Want to see?” He didn’t give me the chance to answer. He lifted his hand, and a server came right over.

The man didn’t so much as look at me, much less speak to me. His focus was solely on Easton. “What can I get for you?”

“A glass of champagne,” Easton said. “Thank you.”

The server didn’t ask for clarification that it was just the one drink. He didn’t ask if I wanted anything. He turned away and went to the bar to get the order.

As he did, Easton spun me on the cushion to face him. “No one will talk to you. No one will look at you. Not unless I say so.” He sat back. “And fair warning, I won’t.”

His words and body language were aloof, but the way he stared down at me was anything but. The intensity of his scrutiny watched for a reaction.

And I had one.

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