31 - Say It
Emma
I stared back at him, my hands scrunching the sheets tightly as I straightened up and raised my chin. “And what if I don’t, Sir?” I asked, my voice full of defiance.
Cillian leaned back on the chair, a small smile on his lips as if he was waiting for me to push back. He looked like a dark king from one of those vampire books Summer reads, his eyes roving over me, already undressing me with them.
“I’ll keep teasing you with the vibe, Doll,” he said. “And if you try to remove it, I have cuffs that I don’t mind using on naughty, spoiled little brats like you.” He dangled the metal cuffs at me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Fuck me. He had trapped me.
I knew I could use a safe word and everything would end, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to play. Espe
