꧁ Marisella ꧂ With his back to me, he orders, “Go into the bedroom, kneel facing the headboard.” My body tingles. Stealing one last look at his form, I spin just before he turns around. I have a feeling he’d realized my little game and was in on it. We’d yet to see each other’s faces. Dress still bunched around my waist, I saunter toward an open door. His gaze is like a hot brand on my flesh. The edge of the bed is visible from the living area, but when I step in, I freeze in my tracks. Spread out on the matte black sheets of the large bed is a ball gag, a glinting metal bar, and several leather restraints. A wicked-looking whip proudly circles the ensemble. “Oh hell no…” I breathe, taking an instinctive step back. Once again, my back collides with the hard planes of his body. Always in the way of any escape. He runs his fingers through my hair, voice husky, “I’ll be… gentle.” I can tell from his tone he doesn’t want to be. So how can I trust that he will? His fingers pla
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