Page 91 of A Pawn in the Game
Liquid pools between my legs.
His gaze flips to me, his eyes darkening. “Now strip.”
His tone, along with the tool he’s holding in his hands, gives no room to argue, so I rush to take my hoodie, leggings and underwear off.
He drinks in the sight of me, licking his lips. I can’t stand seeing my body, not with the marks I hate, but with the way he’s looking at me, I can almost appreciate it.
Turning back to the dark wood dresser, he leaves me standing naked and vulnerable, waiting for his next move. Drawer after drawer, he digs through it, extracting various items I can’t discern from way over here. He closes the last drawer, letting out a low hum.
“Bend over the bed,” he says, his voice hoarse.
I do as he says and bend over the tall bed, exposing my ass to him. It obviously isn’t exposed enough because he kicks my legs apart, lowering me to be the perfect height for the bed. My chest presses to the cool silk sheets, my core now dripping with desire.
“Good.”
His light praise travels over my skin, tightening my nipples. I don’t see what he’s doing, but he gently lifts my head, wrapping my eyes in darkness.
I gasp as I realize he placed a blindfold over my eyes. It’s pitch dark, cutting out my eyesight completely. My heart pumps faster.
Next thing I feel is the cold metal on my ankles.
A click. A shake. Another click.
I search my brain for ideas and come up with the only rational one. He shackled my ankle.
He does the same thing with the other one and I test my theory out. I try to move my leg, but it barely budges. Just as the vulnerability becomes too much, fear wrapping itself tightly around my lungs, a featherlight touch sneaks up the backs of my calf and thighs.
“Relax,mila. I got you.”
His voice pierces my chest, unraveling the fear. He’ll take care of me. I know that. I know that more than I know anything else in this world.
I sense him moving to the side of the bed. The cold metal now touches my wrist, and my arms meet the same fate my legs did. I try my restraints, only to find out I’m unable to move. A lump forms in my throat, while my stomach burns with suspense.
Just as my lungs tighten, calloused fingers gently trace my back. My skin rises with goosebumps. Breath whooshes out of me, my stomach settling, and all the blood moves south. It’s Luka. And there’s nothing to be afraid of. He skims the skin of my ass before a sharp zing of pain travels through me.
“Ah,” I yelp.
“Tsk-tsk. I don’t think I like the idea of sharing your sounds with the people on this plane.”
My blood heats, the cool sheets giving mind-numbing friction to my nipples. A smooth leather surface glides off my ass cheek, and I realize it’s the paddle. Another wave of panic hits me. “I won’t be able to stay quiet. I can’t.”
Suddenly, his voice is right next to my ear, his breath tickling me. “Don’t worry,mila. Open wide.”
He bunches my hair, wrapping his hand around it. Carefully, he lifts my head. With my hands and feet tied, it’s an uncomfortable position, but he wastes no time, slipping a ball of some sort into my mouth, then tying it behind my head.
Saliva pools in my mouth at the pressure of the ball on my tongue, and I’m unable to stop it.
I try to test it out, but the only thing that comes out is a muffled noise.
“Better,” Luka says, and I hear the smirk in his voice. “Two snaps of your fingers for me to stop. Got it?”
My head dips as much as it can, and he lowers it back to the bed.
Inhale. Exhale. I try to control my breathing to get my racing heart under control. Three deep breaths and I’m almost there.
Until the sharp crack cuts through the air. I register the sound before the pain, my heart jumping into my throat. When the sting finally registers, it burns my nerve endings and contracts all my muscles.
I moan around the gag, tugging on my restraints to get away. But escape isn’t possible.
