Page 39 of Zade (Den of Sin)

Giggling, I climb off his lap, “I don’t care why you were here. You won’t be staying alone just like you wouldn’t want me to be here by myself.”

He catches me staring at this weird chain bar contraption hanging from the ceiling. Chuckling he says, “It’s a suspension bar,” Zade walks over to it and places one of the leather cuffs in his hands, “These are restraints.”

There’s another set of chains with another bar further down that confuses me, “What’s this for?”

With a mischievous grin he says, “Spreader bar. It forces your- the legs wide open so they can’t be closed.”

I bite my bottom lip and moan lightly, “Added.”

A giggle slips out of my mouth when Zade stares at me with confusion, a raised eyebrow as he stares at me, “Added to my sex bucket list.”

I continue glancing around the room when I spot a weird massage table-looking thing. It has a spot for the head like a massage table, but on each side, a little lower down it has cushiony spots and straps galore.

“It’s a bench. The straps are restraints. The knees go on the lower sections.”

I point to a black metal piece, “And that?”

Zade shakes his head, “Human Knot device. The ankles get locked into the top and the hands on the bottom cuffs. Whoever is strapped into it is completely exposed to the other person.”

When my gaze lands on the one familiar piece of furniture, the tension in the room accelerates quickly. A kneeling pillory, it makes me think about the time he fucked my mouth with my head and hands bound. I know he’s thinking about it too. My eyes snap to his and then slowly travel down his body, taking in the tight material of his button-down shirt over his muscular arms, and that delicious chest, my gaze continues to work its way down to a large bulge in his black dress pants. He groans, “We need to go. I can’t be here with you, Amira.”

His voice is low, gravelly, and so sexy it causes warmth to pool in my core. I squeeze my thighs together when he gets closer, lowers his head, and speaks into my ear, “Be a good girl. Daddy said it’s time to go.”

Panties ruined. I’d get on my knees right now and beg him to fuck me if I thought there was any chance he would. I whimper when he takes my hand in his and pulls me to the door, “You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he groans causing me to giggle.

As we walk down the stairs together I catch the brunette from earlier eye fucking Zade and I don’t like it. Like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side like he’s protecting me, leaning down he says, “She means nothing. Put it out of your pretty little head.”

When she walks over to us as we reach the bottom of the spiral staircase it’s kind of difficult to not think about whatever these two had, “Can I talk to you?”

He shakes his head, “Ready Amira?”

I glance up at him, “Yes, Daddy.”

As we walk through the club to the exit I catch her sour face. He may not be fucking me tonight but he is mine and I’m pretty sure he knows it.

“How did you get here?”

I shrug, “Uber.”

We walk over to his truck and he opens the door for me, I slide in, “Why didn’t you bring one of my cars?”

I glance at him, “I didn’t know if there was a tracker on it like my cell phone, I didn’t want you to see me coming.”

Without a word, he closes my door, walks around to the driver's side, and gets in, “How did you know I was here?”

I giggle, “The tracker you put on my phone, I put it on yours, what’s good for the goose and all that.”

He shakes his head as he pulls out of the parking lot, “You’re trouble.”

“Do you regret it?” I blurt out without giving myself to think about whether I should ask him that question because I’m not sure if I can handle the truth.

“Regret what?”

“Taking me in like the fucking stray I am.”

He stops at a red light, takes my hand, lifts it to his lips, and kisses my knuckles gently, sweetly, “No Amira. I don’t regret anything with you other than losing you for so many years. You are not a stray. And I better not hear you refer to yourself as such in the future.”

I expect him to let go of my hand but he doesn’t. Instead, he places both of our hands on his leg, his fingers intertwined with mine, almost possessively. I’m afraid to even breathe, I don’t want to break this spell, it feels like something has changed between us tonight.

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