Page 50 of Forever Mr Black

I step out of my heels and slide onto the sheets. Art walks around to the left side of the headboard, picks up my foot from the pillows, and slips the tie around my ankle before threading the silky material through the slats of the headboard, securing my foot in place.

“Is that too tight?”

“No.”

“Does it feel okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He walks around the other side of the bed and does the same with my right foot, tying it in place, so my legs are wide open. I feel a stab of unease. This is new. He’s never restrained my legs before. I can’t decide whether I’m nervous or turned on.

“Does that feel okay?” His question brings me back.

“Yes.”

“Remember, use your safe word if the restraints begin to feel uncomfortable.”

“Okay, yes.”

“Yes only,” he barks, reminding me of the rules.

His rudeness is beginning to grate on me, and I bite my lip to stop myself from responding.

He finishes securing my foot, and then he walks to the bottom of the bed and looks at me.

“Clasp your hands together and raise them above your head.”

I do as I was told. Art picks up the handcuffs and secures them around my wrists, clicking them in place. His touch is gentle and soft, but that’s the only bit of him I recognise. There’s a permanent furrow in his brow and a cold look in his eye. His voice is hard and brusque. He’s right; there’s no softness and warmth to him. He’s never restrained me to this degree before either. He’s totally in control. I’m completely at his mercy. Just the way he likes it.

“Does this hurt?”

“No.”

“They’re not too tight?”

“No.”

“Good. Keep your arms above your head at all times. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Remember, if you want to stop at any time, use the safe word. Okay?”

He’s reminding me about the safe word a lot. Like he expects me to need to use it.

Unease runs through me. I briefly close my eyes. What the fuck is he going to do to me?

“Yes.”

“Tell me the safe word, Sophie.”

“Red.”

“Good. There might be a time when you can’t speak, but I’ll provide you with an alternative way of letting me know if you want to stop. Understood?”

What the fuck does that mean?

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