LAYLA
Five minutes later, the food has been cleared away, and Luke is laying me down on the bed. He insisted on undressing me himself, and my bare skin tingles as he settles me in the silky sheets. Nerves thump through me as he straddles my hips, taking my hands. “Up here,” he says quietly.
I don’t resist as he leads my wrists to the bed’s headboard. Zack passes him the cloth, and satin slips over my sensitive skin as Luke carefully knots my wrists to the metal rails, his eyes intent. I squirm, pressing my thighs together as heat flushes through me. I can’t believe this is actually happening. I don’t know if I’m more turned on or scared.
Luke pulls back, admiring his work. “Test,” he orders. I obediently pull on the restraints. Shock jolts through me when I realise how tight he’s made t
