Page 21 of One Eye Open (The BlackWater)

“Good.” He said grabbing her arm and yanking her into the adjoining room.

He grabbed her wrists and handcuffed them together and she felt her eyes widening because he’d never used actual handcuffs before.

“Remember the safe word?” He asked her and she nodded as she always did. She’d never used it, never wanted too but he always asked, just in case and though at first she’d found it annoying now she almost liked it, that momentary show of care before his mask came down and he became the domineering, possessive arsehole that she couldn’t get enough of.

He grabbed the metal chain connecting her wrists and yanked it up, latching it onto a hook above her head and then he walked to the side before turning a wheel that connected to the hook, and lifted her off the ground.

“Cole.” She gasped because he’d never done that before either. She could feel the metal of the cuffs digging into her wrists as her whole weight hung from them and she spun ever so slightly.

He narrowed his eyes watching her for a moment. They both knew she could safe word out but she didn’t, she just hung there, waiting for his next move, feeling herself getting more and more turned on despite how out of control she was.

He walked up to her, undoing her trousers and slowly pulled them off of her.

“Every inch of you belongs to me Maddie. Every piece of you. Do you understand?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Say it.” He ordered.

“I belong to you.” She said.

“And why am I punishing you?” He asked.

“Because I disobeyed you.” She said and he smirked only slightly but she noticed it anyway.

“How?” He asked.

“I tied you up and refused to untie you when you asked.” She stated.

He nodded. “You do not get to tie me up Maddie.” He stated grabbing her waist tightly in his hands. “I am in charge, not you.”

“I know that.” She said and he narrowed his eyes.

“You speak when I tell you, not otherwise.” He snapped before letting go of her and walking over to the table by the side.

He came back with something in his hand she glanced at it but he held it up for her to see.

Seriously? She thought and it was like he could read her mind, could tell what she was thinking.

“I’m gagging you because maybe then you might learn to hold your tongue.” He said pushing the leather into her mouth and tying it tightly behind her head. She bit into it staring at him then and seeing that he was watching her reaction. Her response.

Part of her was pleased she was gagged, she thought because she at least wouldn’t have to fight the grin that was threatening to erupt across her face in expectation of what he was about to do, how he was going to punish her.

His eyes looked so intense, he looked so domineering, so possessive, so hot damn hot that it sent a thrill through her.

He pulled out a small pair of scissors from his pocket and cut her top and underwear from her as she gasped beneath the gag. She was now hanging, from her arms, completely naked.

He walked around her, staring at her body and she watched every move he made.

“So delicious.” He muttered. “And yet so disobedient.”

He took his clothes off, standing behind her and she held her breath. She could feel the air tense between them, he must have been right there, right within touching distance and yet he wasn’t touching her yet and it was driving her insane.

When he ran his hands down her side she actually jumped in response. His fingers felt cold against her skin and she gasped beneath the gag.

He stepped back, then walked over to the table and came back with a horse crop in his hands. She stared at it before meeting his eyes.

This was going to hurt, she thought but she wasn’t scared, she wasn’t even nervous. She was ready for it, ready for his punishment.

He walked around her, dragging the leather folded end across her breasts and then down along her stomach before tracing her waist and arse cheeks. And finally he pulled it away.

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