Page 74 of Redemption

He pins me with that wickedly sharp smile. “I’m counting on it.”

His hand jerks to his side, and my cuffed wrist forces me close to him. Before I can reason through how I can deny his twisted game, he twists my arm behind my back and grabs the other. Rope loops around my wrists, binding them together at the small of my back.

“No!” I try to twist away.

Which is exactly what he wants. He wants me to struggle, to indulge in his dark mindfuck.

I know this, but I don’t soften and submit.

I can’t. My pride won’t allow me to surrender so easily.

And some secret, perverted part of me doesn’t want to remain meekly compliant.

The metal cuff unlocks, dropping to the dirt path. But my wrists are even more securely trapped than they were before.

I lunge forward, propelling myself away from him. He loops an arm around my waist and drags me back.

“No running yet. We’re not finished here.”

My heart hammers against my ribcage.

Yet.

He’s going to chase me through this maze, and I have no idea how to get out.

I harden my resolve and try to elbow him in the ribs. His sharp exhale is my only reward before I’m shoved to my knees. He grabs my shoulders and forces me down onto my back, trapping my hands under me. His weight settles over my hips, just heavy enough to pin me without causing me pain.

I writhe in the dirt, but when he fists my dress in both hands, I arch toward him. With one jerk of his powerful arms, the delicate material tears, baring my breasts to him. He cups them with reverence, teasing my nipples with his thumbs.

Pleasure sparks beneath his tender touch, and I swallow a whimper.

“No one else will ever see you like this. You’re all mine, Abigail.”

We’re alone out here, completely isolated from the rest of the party. I don’t have to worry about anyone witnessing my humiliation anymore.

“No one will save you from me,” he warns, and I shudder.

He keeps me pinned and reaches into that damn bag again. Something jingles softly when he pulls it out. I instantly recognize the silvery glint of nipple clamps.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen them, but they’re different from the ones he’s used on me before. These are connected by a black leather cord, and three delicate silver bells hang from it.

“Don’t you dare.”

“How else am I supposed to keep track of my pet when she runs away?” he taunts.

“I’m not your pet,” I seethe, wriggling beneath him.

All I manage to do is stimulate my clit against his growing erection.

He hisses in a sharp breath as his own lust torments him, but he doesn’t have an ounce of mercy in his hungry gaze. The light from the fountain catches in his eyes, illuminating the dark green pools so that they practically glow.

He’s so unbearably beautiful: my dark god.

He hums in false consideration. “Aren’t you? Pets wear pretty collars, just like yours.” He leans in close, his lips teasing mine as he says, “Pets obey their master.”

I snap my teeth at him, and his eyes flash with delight.

He grips my jaw, holding my head still so that I can’t sink my teeth into his perfect mouth.