DJ’s POV
I woke up--- chained to Ivan’s bed.
The leather-like rope was attached to each corner of the headboard and carefully wrapped around my wrists. Tight enough to prevent my escape, but lose enough not to restrict blood flow. Groggily I pulled the chain and realized that although it didn’t burn my skin, I couldn’t break it either. Whatever it was, it was made for shifters…
I tried to move to a more upright position when I became aware of another problem. When I moved, the silk sheets slowly slid down my body and I was made aware of another problem. I was stark naked under the sheet!
Well, somebody was into some kinky s**t!
Despite usually detesting being tied up, I didn’t feel afraid or feel any panic attack coming on. Which was strange--- or could have something to do with the d
