Chapter Twelve
Denouement
em had been artfully arranged. Justin had never seen her in chains. In fact, he’d never rope dressed the acquisition, which was really too bad, as he probably wouldn’t take the time now. Maybe he’d wasted those first few months with her… but he couldn’t tolerate regret. He’d enjoy her now just as she was, decked out in ropes of metal not nylon or hemp, but in chains looking slightly absurd, but strangely beautiful.
She lay on her back against a horizontal rack with her neck cradled in a leather cuff, supporting her dangling head just enough to be safe. Her shoulders were arched thrusting her torso upwards, while her arms were forced down her at sides, hands in wrist cuffs secured tautly with chains to the base of the apparatus. em’s legs were spread wide and s
