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After the wedding, Stuart told the staff to clear
out of the main house. It was just the two of us
in this huge mansion.
My heart started racing. I could feel the heat
rising as I stared at him through the veil.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Stuart’s
eyes were cold and disgusted.
Probably guilty by association.
“It’s our wedding night,” I reminded him.
“I don’t love you, and nothing you expect is
going to happen.”
“You’re not me. How do you know what I’m
expecting?”
Stuart didn’t bother arguing. He walked out of
the bridal suite, like he wanted to make a point.
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“Come with me.”
He led me toward the basement.
He started off confident, but he couldn’t stop
glancing back at me.
“Aren’t you scared?”
The dim hallway had dark red wallpaper and
mahogany floors. Combined with his brooding
good looks and broad shoulders, it was all
very… appealing.
I dropped the act. “Nope.”
Stuart looked surprised but recovered quickly.
“Then don’t come crying to me later. I hate
when women cry.”
“Me too.”
Especially when men do.
<
He pushed open the basement door, and rows
of lights flickered on.
The two-hundred-square-foot room was filled
with all kinds of kinky equipment. There was
even a fancy dog bed with a matching outfit.
He took a deep breath, took off his suit jacket,
and grabbed a black leather whip, looking
eager.
He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and
started clumsily tying them.
“What the hell? It’s not working like when I
practiced…” He tried to wrap the rope twice
but wasn’t happy with it.
Just as he was about to try again, I lost my
patience.
I grabbed his wrist. “Nah, you’re doing it all
wrong. Here, let me show you.”
<
Stuart’s face went slack.
Under his shocked gaze, I tied him up nice and
tight. Not too loose, not too snug. I even added
a cute little bow.
“You… why…”
“Practice makes perfect. Everyone has a hobby when they’re young, right?”
He was floored. “What kind of girl likes this
stuff? Let me go! You don’t have the right to
do this to me!”
I turned and looked at the wall of toys, leisurely
making my selection. “You’ll find out soon
enough if I have the right.”
I blindfolded him with a black silk scarf.
Cut off his sight, and the rest of his senses
would get amplified.
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He sucked in a breath, his chest heaving. He
finally snapped out of it and tried to wrestle
free.
Too bad for him, it was already too late.
I leaned in close to his ear. “Don’t bother
fighting it. Just relax and enjoy.”
Later, he was curled up in the corner, crying for
a long, long time.
