Page 61 of Tainted Love

I sit still as he slips a finger along my left ankle, gently pulling at my tights to slide the scissors in. They tear apart easily as he moves the sharp blades upward. His fingers trail up my leg and I do my best not to twitch at his warm, gentle touch. The scissors reach the top and he pauses before shifting around to my right ankle.

“This will hurt a little,” he warns, glancing at my knee.

I inhale a sharp breath as he lays a hand on my foot and pushes the scissors beneath my tights. He moves slowly, twice as slow as he did on the other side, but my leg still jolts as the fabric peels away from my bloody skin. I wince as the blades reach the knee. Dante pauses to look at me, waiting for approval to go on.

“Go ahead,” I say, gripping the bedspread with my free hand.

He lifts my tights. Red bleeds into my vision and I clench. His hands move quickly, peeling the fabric while slicing across until it’s all cleared away.

“Fuck…” I bite my lip.

“It’s done,” he says, pulling the ruined tights out from under my knee. “Lie back.”

I slide down, letting my left leg control me as I settle against the old pillows.

Dante takes the scissors again and snaps away at the tight elastic around my waist, freeing it completely before tossing it to the floor. He lays his hand on my abdomen, sliding his hand down to my groin to fish his fingers beneath the crotch of my leotard.

I press my lips together to keep from sighing as my body recalls his sensual touch on my skin. My heart leaps and my body begs for him to touch me like he did last night.

I push the thoughts away as I feel the slow snip of his scissors carving away at it. His fingertips leave a trail up my skin as he goes, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my core.

“Lucy.”

“What?”

“Relax.”

I blink. “I’m fine.”

“Then, breathe.”

My body jolts and I force in a breath.

Dante smiles as he cuts the fabric between my breasts and slides the scissors up the rest of the way. He moves to my arms next and destroys them along the seams before throwing the shredded leotard to the floor next to my tights.

Cold air strikes my naked skin and he reaches for the skirt at my feet. “No pants?” I ask.

“Not unless you want them constantly grazing your knee,” he points out, moving down to slide the loose skirt up my legs. “Skirt is easier.”

I pause, realizing how right he is. It hadn’t even occurred to me before he said it. I push off the bed as he fits the skirt over my thighs.

Dante grabs the blouse and pauses with his eyes on my cuffs.

I lean forward. “Didn’t think this part through, did you?”

He glares at me, his brain working to come up with a way of dressing me without un-cuffing me.

“Look, I promise I won’t run off again,” I say, meaning it. I jingle the cuff against the iron bar. “This is really unnecessary.”

He eyes me for a moment more before sliding a hand into his jeans pocket and pulling out a small, silver key.

“Thank you,” I say, twisting my wrist to angle the lock toward him with a smile. My hand falls free and I slide the blouse onto my arms. “Thank you, thank you—”

Dante snatches my wrist and locks me into the cuff again, tightening it down until the clicking stops.

I drop my smile. “Dick.”

He flashes a wink.

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