I sit up. Scooting to the edge of the bed, then stand on wobbly legs. Unable to tear my eyes from his penetrating gaze, I blindly place my hand on his.
A part of me wants to run out of the room screaming, but the other part's curiosity is now piqued. Plus, he looks extremely sexy in the leather pants he has on, and the commanding tone of his voice makes my insides quiver and turn to jelly.
The closer we get to the swing, the tighter the ball of anticipation and tension is in the pit of my belly.
Walking the last six feet, my body begin to shake.
The realization of having to wear the restraints begins to sink in.
He stops, then turns me around until my back is facing the suspended swing. I look at him with wide eyes, unable to keep my body from shaking, which requires me to open my st
