CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

Deciding I had every reason to smack the living daylights out of the man, I tried to raise my hand from the bedpost, only to find that it was rather permanently secured by means of a cuff. Turning to the other side, I found that my other arm wore a matching steel bracelet.

“How in hell did you manage that?”

“You were preoccupied.” James flicked my nipple with a fingernail and I almost sobbed out loud.

“Are you just going to leave me here like this?” “Yes. You need to get used to the feeling.”

Pulling at the handcuffs madly, and realising there was little point fighting with solid steel, I said, “For the love of God, James, please will you let me have an orgasm just like you promised, and in return I promise not to kill you when you release me.” I was deadly serious.

“You promise not to try and kill me when I release you. There’s a difference.” “Release me this instant, James Leverett,” I screamed, making about as much noise as the average rock band, “Or I’ll fucking castrate you.”

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