Page 98 of Captivated By Danger

“I did what you said, Diesel.”

He walked toward me slowly until he was towering over me, forcing me back to where he wanted me to be, against the X-shaped boards.

He stared into my eyes. “I find it highly amusing that you’re worried about your heart rate when you weren’t worried about your heart rate when you were talking all that shit to me earlier.”

He pulled my bag off my shoulder and set it on the floor.

“But I did what you said, though. I squeezed for you. A lot of times.”

Ignoring me, he pushed the shirt over my shoulders, letting it hit the floor.

“Work. What about work, Diesel?”

He grabbed the strings of my jumper, pushing them over my shoulders. Luckily, the material was stretchy or he would have ripped it right off me.

“Asking me about work is going to piss me off because I was in the middle of something important before you went on a tirade in my messages.”

“So, why did you—”

He cut me off by pushing the jumper down roughly from my waist to my thighs. I kept my lips together when I saw the muscles in his jaws clenching. Once the jumper was off, the cold air made the hairs on my body stand up. Although I was in lingerie, I’d never felt so naked in my life, so I wrapped my arms around me. When Diesel’s eyes swept my body a couple times, I wanted to shrink.

“Raise your arms,” he commanded.

When I did as I was told, he grabbed my right wrist and roped me to the first lock, and then my second wrist. He’d locked me in tight because when I moved my arms slightly, there was barely any slack in the ropes. There would definitely be bruising if I tried to fight whatever he was about to do to me.

“Spread your legs.”

I closed my eyes as he roped my ankles, tight.

“Oh!” I gasped when he ripped my panties off me.

I liked these.

I wouldn’t dare say that out loud because I didn’t want to piss him off no more than he already was. When he stood up, I kept my eyes closed.

“You were all talk when you were sitting in that classroom, and now you can’t even look at me.”

Not wanting him to feel like he got the best of me, I popped my eyes back open. I could have knocked that stupid smirk off his face. He ripped the straps of the bra with force, one by one. The second the cold air hit my nipples, they hardened to their peaks. He stared at them with lust and anger in his eyes.

“You know, Ms. Greysen…” he cupped my face, and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you’re enjoying this.”

He moved his hand from my face and pinched my nipple, making me gasp.

“Oh yeah. Exactly where they need to be.”

He pulled the wire away from around his neck and when I noticed the clamps on the end of them, my eyes widened.

“Sir…”

“Sshh.”

I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he clamped my right nipple, making me yelp out in sheer pain. When I snatched my arms, the ropes tightened around my wrists.

“The more you move, the tighter they are going to get,” he spoke calmly, scaring me.

“Sir! I’m sorry!” I screamed.

“Sorry doesn’t work with me, Ms. Greysen.”

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