Page 44 of Sinful Chains

Chapter fifteen

The minute Storm walkedthrough the door, I could tell he was exhausted. His shoulders were tense, his face tight and unreadable, but his eyes—those dark, curious eyes—held something I’d seen more often than I liked to lately. A weight. A secret sitting on his chest.

I didn’t greet him. I simply stood at the base of the stairs and waited.

His gaze flickered to me, then away. He blew out a breath like he already knew what was coming next.

“Upstairs,” I said softly.

His eyebrows lifted slightly, along with the corners of his mouth. He held up his arm, telling me to lead the way.

He was silent behind me, but I felt his hungry gaze traversing the length of my body. All I wore was a red t-shirt. His color. I know he loved it.

The second the bedroom door shut behind us, I turned to face him.

“Take off your shirt.”

His fingers moved immediately, tugging the fabric over his head and letting it drop to the floor. I let my eyes roam over him, the muscles, the tattoos and brand. He was so sexy. And he was mine to do whatever I wanted.

“Kneel.”

His breath hitched, just slightly. Then he obeyed, sinking to his knees in front of me.

There was something so intoxicating about the way this brilliant, confident man, who dominated classrooms full of people, and whomurderedpeople, willingly submitted to me.

I stepped closer, cupping his jaw. His skin was warm, his five-o-clock shadow rough against my greedy fingertips.

“Good boy,” I breathed.

Whatever emotional baggage he'd lugged into the house with him was a distant memory, and so was the tension. He looked up at me with lust in his eyes, daring and pleading with me to wreck him.

It was his lucky day.

“Put your hands out,” I said.

He lifted them immediately, offering his wrists to me like a gift. I reached for the chains on my dresser, cool, polished steel that gleamed in the candlelight. The leather cuffs were soft in comparison, but still stiff enough to keep him in his place.

I wrapped them carefully around each wrist, adjusting the fit to make them snug, but not painful. The sharp snap of the cuff clicking shut sent a thrill through both of us.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork, immediately aroused by the sight of his erection. God, this was so much fun. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what I was so afraid of.

I reached for the final piece—the collar.

I unbuckled the clasp holding the thick band of black leather in a circle, slipping itaround his neck until the fit was snug. My fingers brushed his skin as I tightened it just enough for him to feel the pressure.

Click.

The moment it locked into place, he let out a shaky exhale.

“Good boy,” I said, pressing my thumb against his bottom lip. “You look so sexy like this.”

“As long as it pleases you, Princess.”

“It does.”

I grabbed the chain hanging from the collar, shuddering a little when I secured it to the rings at his wrists. Now, his movements were completely restricted, wrists bound, neck tethered, man at my mercy.

I held the key to his freedom. Literally.

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