Page 101 of Redeemed

My self-preservation instincts take over, and I pull my tank top over my head. My shorts come next, and just when I’m hoping he’ll let me keep my panties on, he slides them down my legs himself.

Goddammit.

“Now get in the corner.”

Colton doesn’t give me a chance to defy him. With his hands on my shoulders, he guides me so I’m standing next to the TV. I’m facing the couches, completely on display, just like he said.

There are a few things laid out on the coffee table, and Colton grabs one of them and slowly walks back over to me. It’s not until he’s fastening the black leather strap around my neck that I realize it’s a collar. It fits snugly against my skin, and Colton gives the metal ring in the center of it a tug, smiling.

“Looks just as pretty as I thought it would.”

All I do is glare at him.

Next, Colton takes a light pink box from the coffee table and opens it to reveal a pair of black heels. He sets the box next to my feet and removes the right heel.

Oh, fuck no.I fight the urge to move backward. “You can’t be serious. That’s disgus—”

“Step into it.”

“I could kick you in the face right now.”

“Step into it, angel.”

I slide my foot into the heel.

Gently, Colton does up the straps around my ankle. When he’s done, his large hand travels up my calf, and goosebumps form on my skin in its wake. “Good girl. Now, the other.”

Speechless, I step into the left heel and watch him do the same thing. I wonder if he’s doing this because he likes it, or if it’s purely to degrade me. With Colton, I can never be sure.

“Hands behind your back,” he says as he straightens and pulls a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

My subconscious mind must’ve accepted that this is happening because I listen without protest. Colton moves behind me, and he leaves a trail of slow kisses down my neck and upper back before pulling my wrists together. It pushes my breasts out, putting them on display even more than they already were.

The metal of the handcuffs is cold against my skin, and the sound they make as he tightens them has my hair standing on end. This is yet another tactic to chip away at my humanity. First, he made me an object. Now, he’s making me a defenseless one.

Colton turns away and picks up the last thing on the coffee table. I was too flustered and pissed off to notice it before, but now my mouth goes dry at the sight of the long, silver pole.

A spreader bar.

I’ve never actually seen one in person. I secretly read a few of the romance books Athelia brought with her to school, and a spreader bar was mentioned in one of them. I had no idea what it was, and I was too embarrassed to ask, so I looked up pictures of it on my tablet.

Since then, I’ve wondered what it would be like to find myself in one of those. I assumed it’d never happen, considering I can’t manage to get past my aversions around sex, but now I don’t have a choice.

“Spread your legs,” he commands as he steps closer. When I do without a fight, he smiles. “Good.”

He kneels in front of me and wraps the leather straps around my left ankle, and then my right. The buckles keep them secure, and with my hands cuffed behind my back, there’s no way I could undo them myself.

Colton takes a step back to appraise his handiwork. His eyes travel up and down my body, lingering on my breasts and my exposed pussy. He isn’t even touching me, but I feel violated. Stripped of any dignity. Debased.

Still looking me over, Colton slowly circles me, stopping when he’s behind me. I gasp when he squeezes my ass. I can’t hit him, can’t fight him, can’t run from him.

I’m completely, utterly powerless.

“What are you?” he asks, and a tingly feeling shoots through my body at his warm breath tickling my ear.

“A… human?”

“Mmm, wrong answer. Try again.”

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