Page 154 of They Are Mine

I smile, slow and sweet. “I’ve always been a good girl.”

I lift my other wrist.

And wait.

He takes my offered wrist, fingers firm, assured, claiming.

Oh. Oh, I like that.

The restraint glides over my skin, soft but unyielding, and I shiver. Perfect. He knows what he’s doing. No fumbling. No hesitation.

He fastens it, then tests it with a slow, deliberate tug.

I exhale hard. Fuck.

He watches my face as he reaches for my other wrist, like he’s expecting resistance. Like he thinks I might test him, might pull back, might make him earn it.

I don’t.

I lift my other wrist immediately, eagerly.

Tie me down, sir.

His eyes darken. A flicker of something sharp, something hungry, flashes across his face.

Oh, he wasn’t expecting this.

The restraint slides against my skin again, and God, I am so in love.

The second it’s secure I flex my fingers. No escape.

Like I’d even try.

Then, he reaches for something else.

Something dark.

Something smooth.

I realize what it is the second before he speaks.

“You trust me, baby doll?” he asks.

My breath catches.

The blindfold.

Oh, my fucking God.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, sir.”

He lifts it, trailing the silk over my cheek, down my throat, over my collarbone.

Teasing me. Testing me.

I’m shaking now. Shaking with need.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.