Chapter 141

• He uses the light fixtures on each corner of the headboard as his points of connection and pulls the straps attached to my wrists, lifting my arms above my head and anchoring me. My breath catches in my chest; my body is excitedly covered in goosebumps as my hands dangle, and the cuffs tighten with the weight. I’ve never been tied up or had the urge to be, yet it doesn’t feel wrong, weird, or even scary with him. It feels achingly good. I’m powerless to stop him from devouring me.
• “Okay?” He stoops to brush lips with me reassuringly.
• “Perfect.” I gently kiss him back and lick his bottom lip, a tiny teasing motion, satisfied with the reaction I feel growing in his swim shorts.