Page 51 of Sunrise

With my life. “I want to know what it is first.”

???

I love and hate them for this.

Sophie’s sitting in a chair like a queen with a serene look on her face while Vault wraps me in rope.

Rig me, Daddy.

“What color are you?” Soph asks.

“Green as a frog’s ass.” I smile with my tongue sticking out, clenched between my teeth.

Vault’s quietly working on the chest piece. The rope is red. To my dismay, he hasn’t taken my clothes off to do this. He even made me put on a shirt.

His. Shirt.

Fucking hell, when he disappeared to grab supplies, I hadn’t expected him to come back fully loaded with an arsenal of torture goodies. But making me wear his shirt, that smells so fucking good because it smells like him, is going to be the worst part of his torture plan, I think.

I’m so fucking happy I could die. He’s touching me, willing to go beyond one night with me, and Sophie’s joining us.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.

Vault lifts my shirt to expose my nipples. I wish he’d bite one. Pull my piercing with his teeth or something. But he’s all work, no play, meticulously winding the rope around me and making it pretty. There’s a calm look on his face. He used to look like that when he solved math problems in school, too. So many years between now and then and yet there are times when it’s easy to flash back.

When he loops the rope around my legs, oneither side of my groin, I enjoy the sight of him on his knees doing it.

As if sensing me staring too hard, he looks up. “Sit down.”

My happy ass drops onto the bed.

“Up against the headboard, pup,” my Mistress adds.

I slide to the top of the bed and toss the pillows onto the floor.

Vault’s more intense now. His stance is stiff, and he keeps clenching his jaw. He grabs a bundle of black rope and makes his way over to me again. “Bend your legs.”

I’m not sure how he means, so I just fold them up comfortably. He holds my knee and repositions my calf a little closer to the back of my thigh. “I’m going to bind your legs. You won’t be able to walk or crawl.”

“Okay.”

I can still alligator death roll out of here if I want. It’s fine.

He swallows hard while looping the rope around my left leg and knotting it, so I’m in a fixed position. Then he does the same to my right. It’s not so bad. I can open and close my legs like a butterfly still.

No problem.

When he loops rope around the back of my legs and connects them however, I suddenly realize how this is a trap. He pulls the rope, and my legs spread wide open until I can no longer move them at all.

He arches his brow. “What color are you, Knox?”

“Kale smoothie green.”

Vault’s smile barely touches his eyes. “Give meyour hands.”

I hold my wrists out together like he’s going to cuff me.

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