Page 95 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

“Get on the bed.”

Instantly, I’m in this moment with him. The ballet and Vera are disappearing from my mind.

I get on the bed, my breathing slowing down. Evening out.

Aleksander opens a dresser drawer and pulls out silk ties. Red ones. “I’m going to tie you to the bed.”

The old me would have objected right then and there, but this new me—this married me—wants to see where this will go.

“Once you’re tied up, I’m going to touch you. I’m going to give you the release you need. And you will remain tied up for the next hour. And you will never make yourself throw up again. Understood?”

“Understood,” I whisper.

He takes my hand and lifts it over the bed, wrapping the tie around it and securing it to the headboard. He does the same with my other hand and both my ankles.

I’m spread wide, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Aleksander is taking my control away from me. My mind already feels more at ease.

“One last thing,” he says, grabbing a blindfold from the dresser. “If you’re going to trust me, then you need to learn to feel.”

Just feel.

He slips the blindfold over my eyes, and all I can see is black. My breath sounds louder to my ears. I can feel every inch of my skin and the way the air hits it.

All I can focus on is Aleksander.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I hesitate.

“Answer honestly.”

“I’m not sure,” I admit.

His hand touches my upper chest. I suck in sharp breath. “It’s ok,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to hurt you, Viktoriya. I have no desire to hurt you.” His fingers move down to my breasts. He takes his time gently touching each of my nipples. I’ve never been more aware of my breasts in my entire life.

Normally, I would just slip on my bra and call it a day. Aleksander is making sure I know they exist. He’s drawing my attention to them and his touch, pulling my attention away from the pain in my mind.

I gasp when he tugs one of my nipples.

“Does that hurt?” he asks.

“A little.”

He does it again, making me gasp even louder in the quiet room. A flash of arousal hits me between my legs. I want to rub my thighs together to help with the sensation, but I can’t. Not when I’m spread out like this.

He cups my breast in his palm. “You have the best tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t be vulgar.”

“You’re supposed to be feeling. Not arguing with me.”

I flush and don’t say another word.

He trails his fingers down to my stomach. It tickles. “Do you trust me?” he asks again.

“I’m still not sure,” I say.

A soft sigh escapes me when his fingers touch my upper thigh. “You’re never going to hurt yourself again, Viktoriya. If you do, I’ll punish you. Promise me.”

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