Chapter 7

Amelia put one foot on the floor, followed by the other. She stood up and tried to pull down the lingerie that was barely covering her thighs. She was tempted to look at Alexander who sat on a chair at the far end of the room, but she knew that if she did, she would see the hunger in his eyes, and she’d lose her nerves.

Her palms were sweaty, and her heart was pounding heavily.

She glanced over at Alexander again and her heart skipped a beat. He was still sitting over at the table, pretending as though he had no idea that she was in the room.

Alexander gulped down hard as he tried to control the feelings that engulfed him the moment he perceived her scent. She smelled of vanilla and strawberry, and all he dreamt of was digging his head into her bare chest.

His feet trembled when he felt her eyes on him, but he remained still; pretending to be engrossed in a work on his desk.

Alexander could feel the restlessness that emanated from Amelia. He heard her silent sighs and the noise her body made from constant shifting.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to stand to his feet. That was completely strange because never in his life did he feel so intimidated by the mere presence of a young girl.

Finally, he stood up and trudged towards her, with desire burning in his eyes.

“I want to see you dance”, he said in a husky voice, trying so hard to remain calm despite how alluring and enticing she looked.

Amelia swallowed hard. Her eyes darted to a dark corner of the room that was dimly lit. The sights of what she saw made her heart drop.

Submissive mask, sex swings, spreader bar, chest harness, sex cuffs, leather bandages, slave collar and some other unidentifiable things were clearly in view.

Fear gripped Amelia as she narrowed her eyes to his blue eyes that stood across her.

“Who are you? What do you do with all of these?” She asked and wrapped her hands around her chest.

“You would know that, soon. Now, dance”, Alexander ordered and sat at a side of the bed, with his legs crossed.

Amelia stood to her feet and started swinging her body slowly. She was a good dancer, and she wasn’t surprised when his eyes lit up in excitement.

She moved her waist and dropped to the floor, moving up almost immediately to continue with the rhythm.

“That’s enough!” Alexander suddenly said, making Amelia stop in her tracks.

“Can I go now”, Amelia pleaded, clearly uncomfortable with what she wore.

“Not so fast”, he smirked and grabbed her on the wrist. He pushed her to the bed until she groaned in pain. Her heart beat increased, and she made to scream for help. However, she recalled that it would only be a waste of time. Nobody would help her out, even if they hear her.

Alexander picked out a leather strap and used it to hold her legs apart. He ignored Amelia’s silent whimpers as his eyes travelled down her thighs.

“Please, I haven’t done this before”, Amelia said and immediately, he raised his head to peer into her soft eyes.