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When I am satisfied with her positioning, I stand and turn my back on her as I go back for the rope. “No moving, princess, okay? I want you to hold this position for me. No matter what.”

She starts to respond, but my last words make her freeze for a fraction of a second. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Remind me of your safe words.”

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop,” she recalls, her voice showing no sign of hesitation.

“It is really important to me that you use them, princess. If you feel tingling or a pinch that is more than a seven out of ten on the pain scale, or if you feel faint or breathless, use your safe words. Ropes are not supposed to be painful. Discomforting, yes. But painful, no. Especially in this position and during this scene.” I pick up the safety shears and show her the angled blades with the protective rounded tip. “I’m going to be doing a relatively simple body tie. It will restrict your movements, and you may feel uncomfortable at first. Uncomfortable—to a point—is fine. Red will instantly have you cut free. These are called safety shears and will have you free within minutes.”

Her gaze drops from my face to the shears in my hand before raising her eyes back to mine. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll use my safe words. I promise.”

The squeak of the rolling chair comforts me. Hudson is affected as much as I am by her words. Knowing that she takes her own safety seriously is a massive weight off our shoulders. If we can trust her to tell us something isn’t working or hurts in a non-fun way, then the options we have to explore with her are endless.

“Do you have any questions?” I ask as I swap the shears for the rope.

Emmy’s eyes widen as I turn back and walk around behind her. “N-no, Daddy.”

Perfect. “Good girl.”

Chapter 33

Emery

My gaze crashes into Viper, now that Angel has disappeared from view. He holds my eyes for a single rapid heartbeat before his drift down to my exposed pussy. Because it is one-hundred-percent exposed. Heat flares in my core and my skin burns as he so casually examines me.

The chair is a fucking weird design. The actual seat is barely deep enough for my ass, and the sides of the chair flare away from the seat, making my legs spread wider than a normal chair would. With how Angel has positioned me, I’m using my tippy toes to maintain the position.

It is awkward as fuck, and the soles of my feet are already starting to cramp. Holding this position, with my knees against the legs of the chair, is keeping me spread open. Restrained by my own willpower.

Viper’s attention darts to something over my shoulder, where I assume Angel is, and my pulse increases. I desperately want to glance over my shoulder, to see what’s coming, but I have a feeling I’m not supposed to move. Viper reaches for something on the table next to him, and then the music increases in volume. His hand hovers over something long and white before picking it up and gathering the white cable that hangs from the end.

Viper stands and comes to crouch a few feet in front of me, his attention focused on my pussy until he looks down at what his hand is doing to the floor. I’m mesmerized by his tattoo, once again wanting to trace the constellations with my fingers. Or tongue. Whichever he would let me. Fuck, when did I turn into such a thirsty wench?

As Viper stands, he fiddles with the long white thing in his hand, and then there is an audible snap followed by a buzzing sound in the room. Oh, fuck. I follow the white cable down to the ground. The buzzing shuts off, and my attention zooms back up to Viper and find a smirk on his face. One that says that this is probably going to hurt before it feels good.

No, wait. Hadn’t Angel said something about the car yesterday? Is this going to be like that? Where it felt good, then kind of hurt, then felt really, really, really fucking good?

It isn’t until I flinch at the feel of a finger on my shoulder that I remember Angel is in the room too. Shit, I need to stay focused. I need to…

Angel traces a line down over my shoulder. Unable to stop myself, I tip my head down to watch as the finger slips between my breasts, then down along my under-boob. There is the barest scrape of skin on skin, but it’s enough to heat my skin.

He does the same thing on the other side, and I take what is supposed to be a steadying breath, but it comes out a lot shakier than I’d like. Hands slide forward over both my shoulders and down to my chest until my tits are cupped and caressed, Angel’s tattooed forearm is a stark contrast against my unmarked skin. My thighs quiver, and I gasp as he tweaks and pulls at my nipple, almost losing my fight to keep my knees apart and pressed against the chair’s legs, as lines of fire zip straight to my clit.

Watching is making this worse.

Angel’s hands disappear from my skin, leaving me with goose bumps from the sudden loss of his warmth. Slamming my eyes shut, I figure the best way to get through this is to just go with it. To sit here, do exactly as I’m told, and enjoy every single sensation. Be good and give him everything he wants. Leave it all out there for him to pick through at the end.

He’s already given me so much this weekend, I just want to be good for him. And maybe…

Nope. Not thinking those thoughts. There are only a few more hours left of the contract. When it’s over, I’m back to being on my own, and my future will all but be a lock. I’ll only need to get through college and start the beginning of the rest of my life.

“You selected a silk rope,” a deep voice says quietly in my ear, so close that Angel’s breath skims over my skin as he exhales. “The dark blue and black combination is going to look exquisite against your skin. I’m going to add light blue as well, to create highlights and extend the shadow.”

I try to conjure what that will look like in my mind, but all I can see is blue and black rope twinned around each other. Envisioning my own body wrapped in his ropes is almost impossible.

Maybe he will take a photo?

“Relax and breathe, princess. Can you do that for me?”

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