Page 148 of Hellbound

“Have the key then. It’s easy enough to reach with your own hands, even when locked.” A skeleton key appeared, and he demonstrated the mechanism on himself, locking and unlocking it with his hands bound in the cuffs.

Her eye flitted to Caromir, discarded in a heap of clothes in front of the bed. “Do your worst.” She smiled darkly at him.

A smirk graced his handsome face as he detached the collared portion from the chain and cuffs.

“You want to stop, we stop.” Bohdan’s thumb traced the column of her neck, fitting the leather collar securely. The restraint was foreign but exhilarating, bobbing up and down as she swallowed.

“Nervous?”

Ksenia huffed a dry laugh. “Hardly.”

But her pulse raced, and her fingernails left half-moon indentations into the tops of her thighs.

He hummed.

She rolled her eyes and offered both hands forward for him to fasten the cuffs. He placed the silver key in her hand and chuckled.

“Hands behind your back…” A tremor raced up her body then.

She obliged and he slid a hand around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She fought a moan as her pussy slid against his cock, the head nudging against her clit. She couldn’t wait for him to fill her completely, and she ground herself in his lap.

He bit her shoulder admonishingly, the flat of his tongue lapping at the blood that sprang to the surface, and she stilled enough for him to clasp both wrists.

The silvered chain tingled against her spine, the cold metal meeting her feverish skin as he connected it from a metal ring at the back of her neck down to the central ring between her handcuffs.

The length was shorter than she had expected, and she arched her back to keep herself from choking, her hands grasping either wrist against her back to make the strain more tolerable.

“I’ve always thought you look better cuffed,” he whispered against her chest, inhaling deeply. Ksenia thought she heard him mumble something about how she smelled like stone fruit and snow, but she was too dazed to be sure. He continued in a low voice. “Though it wouldn’t have been exactly appropriate to fuck you in that prison cell.”

“As if you had the balls to try.” She quivered against him, her teeth clenched, refusing to give him the satisfaction of making her moan by his touch alone.

He licked his lips.

“You enjoy my cock so much, you can have it. But I have some rules.”

Her eyes snapped to his, irritation spiking. A wide grin split his handsome face.

“Keep your eyes open.” His hand reached over for a tasseled rope at the side of the bed, and with a pull, the tapestry fell away, revealing a vast, gilded mirror.

Gods…What was she getting herself into?

A gush of wetness was her only response, and apparently the only one he needed as he dragged his long fingers against her slit.

“Keep quiet.” He slipped two fingers inside, thumbing her clit in slow circles. A sheen of sweat coated her skin, and she paced her breath.

“And you only come when I allow you to.”

Fuck. Ksenia’s eyes clenched.

This would be torture, that much she knew now.

Bohdan made a disapproving noise, removing his fingers. “Rule number one, remember? Do you need some practice rounds?”

“Don’t patronize me,” she hissed, her pussy shamefully dripping onto his cock and fingers.

“I think you do…”

A scream threatened to break from her mouth as she fought the urge to remove the cuffs and tear his head off.