Page 54 of Burn With Me

He looked over at me, confusion on his face. “Did you just meow at me?”

Holy fuck, I’d said that out loud.

“No, just…clearing my throat.”

A throaty laugh rippled from his mouth. “You’re not moving, are you?”

I shook my head no. Every little flex of his muscles drew my eyes to him like a moth to a flame. He dug around in his dresser drawer and pulled out what looked like a leather handle with tassels. My eyes went wide as I took in the painful-looking toy.

He smirked the entire time he laid it out like it was on display on the nightstand. “Remember what I said.”

I sighed dramatically. “I’m not going to move.”

He nodded, but the look on his face was a challenge, and I scowled as he leaned over to reach under the bed. I couldn’t have kept the shocked expression off my face if I tried hearing the sound of chains moving under the bed. I bit my lip hard as he pulled out a long chain with a fur-lined, thick, leather wrist cuff attached to it. As he brought it closer, I saw the ‘serious, not getting out’ binding on top.

This cuff was not the fun, cute pink fur ones, oh hell, no. This was black leather and metal that clanged with how legit it was as Asher stared down at me. Every nerve tingled, part of me wanted to run for the door as I recognized what was about to happen, and the other part of me wanted to stand up and scream, ‘fuck, yes.’

My eyes flicked between the cuff he was holding and his cock that was standing at attention.

“Umm…” I started, and he held up his finger.

“Don’t bother asking what I’m going to do or how many people I’ve had in here. I already told you what I do and never brought anyone else home. I installed these with you in mind.”

I swallowed hard. What the hell did someone say to that? The throbbing between my legs steadily grew as well as the sudden feeling of being important to him. Important enough to bring to his home. Granted, he could be lying to me. He might have had a hundred women on this bed, but I didn’t think so. Asher didn’t strike me as a liar. Besides, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was like candy, and I wanted to suck on every part of his body. His hard cock was so close that it was making my mouth water.

“It’s not very ladylike to drool, Vi. Then again, I wouldn’t really call you a lady,” he smirked.

“That is one thing we can agree on,” I said.

Asher placed a knee on the bed, and my heart rate ramped up.

“You may not be what is considered a stereotypical lady, but you’re my kind of lady, Firebug. I could see that the first moment we met. All woman, a tomboy at heart, and the way you sassed me—I wanted to lay you out in the back of that ambulance and fuck you in front of all those people.”

My heart stopped beating as he looked down into my eyes. I remembered that night very well. I’d lost count of how many times that particular fantasy had crossed my mind.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked breathlessly as he leaned over my body, securing the leather cuff to my left wrist.

“I didn’t fancy getting fired and being thrown in jail for rape. Not really my thing. As you can see, I’m pretty big on consent,” he said.

It was completely unfair that everything he said made me hotter. If I hadn’t been ordered not to move, I would’ve been tempted to fan myself.

“Fair enough,” I said and licked my lips as I held out my wrist to have the leather secured into place.

“Is that too tight?” he asked. I gave the cuff a tug and shook my head no. He slowly wandered to the foot of the bed and pulled out another cuff and chain, attaching it to my ankle.

“But I knew I’d have you.” He bent down and repeated the same thing on the other side as he talked. He acted like he was doing nothing more than household chores. I had to wonder if he had a cleaning lady. The poor woman would probably be terrified to miss a single corner after finding chains under his bed.

Asher once more strolled around the bed and looked down at me, his stare so heated and cocky. Normally, arrogance wouldn’t do a thing for me other than make me want to roll my eyes, but there was an aura to Asher that was so different. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Pretty sure of yourself, were you?” I tried to sound indignant, but my quivering legs, shaky voice, and dripping pussy made that a tough sell.

His lip curled up as he checked the tightness of the last cuff. He never broke eye contact as he walked around the bed once more. Reaching forward, agonizingly slow, Asher picked up the leather-looking contraption.

“I was sure of our chemistry. Are those cuffs comfortable enough?” I tugged and then nodded. “Now tell me, my sweet little Firebug, what do you want from me?”

“I thought laying on your bed naked would tell you. Maybe you’re not as good as you thought picking up on my not-so-subtle cues,” I said as sarcastically as I could muster.

It was my nervousness that was pushing me to lash out more than normal. I hated being exposed, and you didn’t get any more vulnerable than being tied up naked to a bed with a man that could seemingly see into my mind.