Chapter 17
“Do I want to know?”
The voice pierced Stefan’s haze slowly.
“Training,” he heard the reply.
“Funny, I’ve never had a training course like that.”
“At uni? I should hope not.”
A hand dragged through Stefan’s hair, foreign and unknown, and then someone sat down on the sofa. He heard a quick kiss exchanged, and the sounds of two bodies settling. They were cuddling.
“So? Why the slave on our rug?”
Stefan’s skin burned with shame at the casual comment.
He had been laid naked on the rug, face-down so the rough fabric burned his t**s and d**k. A ball gag had been shoved between his teeth, and a blindfold wrapped around his eyes. But the worst of it wasn’t that.
It was that the rug had been placed over the coffee table.
So Stefan’s upper body was chained to the coffee table.
