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Mine. All Mine.

Author: Rue Ella
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-02 23:09:32

PLEASE NOTE THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BDSM.

Cade

Her eyes are wide, drinking in the polished steel cuffs and the spreader bar laid out beside her like a feast. That look—a little fear, a lot of fucking desire—it goes straight to my dick.

'She wants this. She just doesn’t know how much yet.'

I pick up one cuff, the metal cool and heavy in my hand. “Give me your wrist, Quinn.”

She hesitates for just a second, a sharp intake of breath, then slowly lifts her right arm.

Her trust is a physical thing, a current that arcs between us. My heart does something in my chest. It's the first time she's willingly trusted me.

I wrap the padded leather around her delicate wrist. The buckle clicks shut, a soft, final sound. I guide her hand to the wrought iron headboard, securing the cuff’s carabiner to a sturdy post. I do the same with her left wrist, stretching her arms above her head, leaving her gloriously exposed to me.

I pause, my face inches from hers. “This okay?” My voice is rough.

She tests the
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