Page 41 of Stalker's Toy

"Arms up," Henrik instructs, and I comply without hesitation.

He continues painting, covering my arms, my sides, even down my legs.

When he finishes, I glance down to see my body a canvas of swirling colors.

He reaches around me and unclasps my bra, allowing the lace to fall in front of me.

He helps me get it off without brushing the paint too much, and then my breasts are exposed.

My nipples grow hard as he paints my breasts the way he’s painted every other part of me.

He pulls a knife out of his pocket and cuts off my matching panties, causing wetness to pool between my legs.

"Beautiful," Henrik breathes. "But not quite finished."

I hear him move away, then return.

Something soft brushes against my wrists. "What?—"

"Shh," Henrik soothes. "Trust me."

I nod, my breath catching as I feel him binding my arms together behind my back.

The ropes are soft, but firm, holding me securely.

My heart races, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding through me.

"Is this okay?" Henrik asks, his voice gentle despite the intensity of the moment.

I take a deep breath, testing the bonds.

They're snug, but not uncomfortable.

"Yes," I whisper. "It's... more than okay."

Henrik's hands run down my arms, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

"Good girl," he murmurs, and the praise sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

As Henrik continues to touch me, painting more intricate designs on my skin, I feel the last of my inhibitions melting away.

The part of me that was worried about right and wrong, about the consequences of this liaison,falls silent.

All that matters now is the heat between us, the electric current that seems to spark wherever Henrik touches me.

Henrik asks, his voice low and intimate, "What are you thinking?"

I lean back against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against my bound arms. "I'm thinking that I don't want this to stop," I admit. "I'm thinking that I want... everything."

Henrik's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. "Then everything is what you'll get, myNattblomma. Are you ready?"

I turn my head, meeting his intense gaze. "Yes," I breathe. "I'm ready."

Henrik's lips brush against my ear, sending delicious shivers down my spine. "Then let the real show begin."

He helps me to my feet and guides me over to the large, empty canvas on the floor.

The cool, rough surface against my bare skin sends goosebumps prickling up my spine.

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