Chapter 3
He stood over me, his eyes dark with desire. I lay bound to the bench, my wrists secured tightly with leather straps, my ankles spread wide, leaving me utterly exposed.
The air was cool, but my skin was already flushed, my n*****s tight buds strapped around the restraints.
He reached for a cube of ice, his movements deliberate, and traced it along my collarbone.
The cold sent shivers down my spine, my breath catching as the ice glided over my breasts, circling my n*****s, then down my stomach.
His touch was slow sending, a chill that heightened every nerve in my bones. “You’re so f*****g beautiful when you’re like this,” he murmured, his voice rough, his gaze devouring me.
I shivered, not just from the cold, but from the way he spoke to me. The ice trailed lower, teasin
