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‘Are you cold?’
She shook her head. Just nervous, she thought but didn’t say. It wasn’t necessary; he could see she was terrified. He also seemed to be relishing her fear.
‘Hold out your hands,’ he said.
She obeyed at once, both the command and her instant compliance sending hot little pulses through her body. When she saw the ropes she gasped and took one hesitant step back, but she didn’t lower her hands. She saw his eyes register her moment of fright and then his lips curled in a smile that was both sexy and sinister.
‘I asked you if you were a good girl, Alice, and you told me you were.’
Her face burned at the gentle chastisement. She swallowed audibly. ‘I am,’ she said in a voice that was barely a whisper. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘I’m sorry what?’
Blood rushed so violently to her head that for a moment she thought she might faint. ‘I’m sorry, sir.’
He pushed her wrists together and then wrapped the coil of rope around them. Tight enough to hold without being painful. He knotted the rope and then wound the free ends up between her wrists, tying them off to create a pair of coiled manacles.
from "Journey's End" by Rose de Fer
Available in Take Me: a Collection of Submissive Adventures
Published by Mischief Books