ordered. She lifted herself from the bed and, trembling, placed her tiny hand in mine. For a second I stared at the sight of her palm on my palm. Her thin fingers looked lost in my rough and calloused hand; the feel of a warm hand shot a slice of pain through my stomach.
Her hand flinched, bringing me back to my plan. Wrapping my fingers around hers, I pulled her from the bed and guided her to the wall.
Turning round, I placed my hands on her shoulders and guided her back against the wall. Her face wore a nervous expression as I ordered, “Do not move!” The female stood against the wall, her small frame looking lost against the matte black background. Moving to a chest in the corner of the room, I opened the top and pulled out the leather padded cuffs. Carrying them back to where she waited, I bent down. Taking the ankle cuffs, I gently wrapped one around each ankle. Standing up, I took the wrist cuffs and did exactly the same with her wrists.
Gathering both of her wrists in one of my hands, I guided them above her head, and with my free hand I ran my finger slowly down her waist, leaning in to ask, “Do they hurt, kotyonok?”
At that name—kitten—slipping from my lips, she winced, but when I tilted my head to the side, waiting for her answer, she shook her head.
I caught her briefly staring intently at my identity number on my chest. When she realized I was watching her, she tore her gaze away. I frowned but kept going.
152 needed me to keep going.
Placing my finger and thumb on her chin, I bent my legs until my gaze poured into hers and instructed, “You answer me from now on, kotyonok.”
The little Georgian nodded her head obediently. My eyes narrowed in confusion at her sudden compliance. When I let my confusion show in my expression, she nodded and answered, “Yes. I’ll answer you.”
Shock rushed through me. I didn’t understand why she was suddenly agreeing to my commands when she had resisted my every move up until now. I also couldn’t work out the look on her face. The sadness etched in her features. Like she was suddenly seeing me differently. Like something had made her see me as someone new.
She watched me, waiting for my response. I pushed away my inner thoughts and pressed my forehead against hers. “Good little Georgian kotyonok.”
She inhaled a long breath and closed her eyes. Stepping back, I reached up and snapped the cuff’s hook into the chains hanging from above. Her arms hung in the air, her firm tits pushing out from her arched chest.
I repeated the action with the ankle shackles, then moved to the pulley farther along the wall. I held the lever until her arms and legs were pulled tight. A small surprised cry left her lips as her body spread against the wall.
Locking the pulley in place, I walked slowly back in front of her and, making sure her eyes were on me, hooked my hands in the sides of my sweatpants. I inched them down my hips, all the time scorching her with my glare. Her eyelids fluttered and her hands balled into fists above the tight cuffs.
My cock twitched under that unknown attentive stare. Muscles tensing, I lowered the sweatpants to the floor and kicked them away.
Straightening up, I met her stare again and rolled my neck. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting my lower torso. More important, I could see the red flush covering the female’s body. As I edged closer, her breathing became erratic. Running my hand through my hair, purposely flexing my broad chest, I landed right in front of her.
Her mouth was parted as I stared. Her arms pulled on the chains, and her legs shook. Reaching up, I tugged on a chain and, with my face just inches from hers, whispered, “You’re trapped, kotyonok. You’re all mine.” A small breath of air fell from her lips.
Pushing my torso against hers, the hard bullets of her nipples scraping across my chest. I brushed her long hair from her face and asked, “Have you ever been touched?” She shook under my hand, and I added, “Have you ever been touched by a male?”
Nothing was forthcoming, so I dropped my hand until it landed in her nipple, where I rolled it between my finger and thumb. She cried out, her voice breaking with the shock.