Page 100 of Salvage Him

My body sunk into themattress.

He stood up and walked behind theheadboard.

My eyes followedonhim.

"Give me yourhands."

I reached back and touched the coldmetal.

He clipped the cuffs together with a small nylon rope and secured it underneaththebed.

I tested it, pulled it tight. He continued to devour me withhisgaze.

When he was back at the foot of the bed, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me so my arms were stretched tocapacity.

"I'll be right back,"hesaid.

He went into thekitchen.

I couldn't see what he was doing from my vantagepoint.

He went into the bathroom. When he came out, he had a towel. He grabbed my foot and began to wipe it with the warmcloth.

Igiggled.

"Ticklish?" He grinned and pressed harder. He did the same with the other foot. He leaned over and kissed the top of each foot. He massaged the soles until all the tension left my body. "You don't have to wear those ridicules heels to entice me. You are sexier when you're nottrying."

"Yes, Sir." Imoaned.

He raised an eyebrow, and he continued to place kisses up myshins.

"You're comfortable calling me Sir?" heasked.

"Yes, Sir." His name rolled off my tongue with ease and felt good. I wanted to say it over and overagain.

"I like the way yousayit."

I smiled from thepraise.

"What should Icallyou?"

I tiltedmyhead.

He looked up at the sky. The question wasrhetorical.

"Brooklyn sounds too formal. Sub, so generic." He laid his hand across mythigh.

I strained to watch him, but my head fell back when he crawled up my body with the agility ofacat.

We were facetoface.

He tasted my lips. Gripped my lower lip between his teeth, hepulled.

I moaned as he pressed his tongue into my mouth and dancedwithmine.

I tastedhimback.

We kissed for a while, but he broke the kissabruptly.