The warning sent a rush of arousal through her, fully as intense as when he was touching her. “Yes, Sir.”
She frowned as cool air touched her private areas. But the dress still covered her adequately. Thank goodness she’d worn a long one today.
Watching her intently, he leaned back and slid his left hand under her skirt to press against her mound.
Startled, she jumped and tried to lift her chained wrists back over his head. She couldn’t. He’d trapped her chain behind his back. She tugged at her hands, and her breath sped up. She couldn’t move her hands, couldn’t do anything, and he had his hand between her legs. Fear shot through her, followed by a disconcerting wave of heat.
He still watched her. Now he smiled slowly and pulled his hand out from under her dress. “You like being restra
