Gianna
The cold metal made me gasp.My leg bent at the knee, pulled toward my wrist. Then I felt a sudden tug and click, and my ankle and my wrist were locked together. My heart jumped as he followed the same on the other side.
I was spread open. Exposed. Blindfolded. Helpless and at his mercy.
"Nico..." I whimpered. He didn’t answer. His fingers brushed up my thighs, and then paused, hovering just where I needed him most.
“You don’t speak unless I say,” he said flatly. “You don’t get anything unless I give it to you.” He trailed a fingertip over my inner thigh and then teased my entrance.
Barely there. Just enough to make me arch. Just enough to make me whimper.
“I was worried sick,” he murmured near my ear, tone clipped. “And you were too busy getting... surprises.” A warm brea
