Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) Read Free Page B

know how far this goes and what it feels like. 
    “How are your arms?”
    “Fine.”  They are fine; it is my shoulders that are sore.
    “You’re sure?”
    She sighed impatiently.  “Look, I’m not going to lie to you.”
    “So are you ready for the next level?”
    Oh!  That sounds exciting.
    “Yes.”  What is ‘the next level?’  And what is the level after that?
    “Well, then, you better eat up because you are going to need all your strength for what comes next.   I’m going to give you what you asked for.  We are making this an all-nighter, Baby.”
    Oh!  More!   She liked the sound of that.  Eagerly, she took another bite and tried to envision what Pandora could possibly serve up. 
     

Chapter Four
     

              Blindfolded again, she sat on the bed and eagerly waited for what Nick had in store for her.  From the direction of the living room she heard the sound of a power drill operating on and off for several minutes.  What the hell?  What was he building?   Tense excitement sparked within her and already the stirrings of heat were prickling in her inner thighs and belly.
                  At last the drill silenced and she heard Nick’s footsteps coming down the hall and into the bedroom.
                  “Hold your hands together and interlock your fingers,” was his command.  She did so without hesitation.  She expected to feel duct tape on her skin as before but instead some coarsely textured— rope?— encircled her wrists tightly.  After tying it off, he put the end of it in her hands. 
                  “Feel that?”
                  Her fingers investigated.  He had tied a large loop after the knot securing her wrists. 
                  “Do you know what I am going to do with this?”  His voice was cold, stern.
                  Her mind swam, trying to piece together the sounds of the drill and the loop in the rope. 
                  “No—”
                  He chuckled.  She tried to envision what expression his eyes would hold now.  Would they be playful or cool? 
                  He stood her up.
                  “Spin around a few times.”
                  “What?”
                  He pinched her nipple roughly, causing both nipples to rise and stiffen.
                  “Ouch!”  But the pinch only served to warm her groin further.
                  “Spin.”
                  She spun, with him pushing her faster in circles, until she was reeling and falling down.
                  Then he led her— In what direction?  Ending in what room?  He raised her off the floor by the rope between her hands and suspended her— did he screw a hook into the ceiling?— in midair with her back against a wall.  Leaving her weight dangling, he quickly splayed her legs, imprisoning each ankle with a band of unyielding metal that he clicked into place.
                  “Open your mouth.”  She could feel his breath on her face.
                  She obeyed.  Instantly a wad of cloth was shoved in her mouth, followed by duct tape across her lips.
                  “You are mine.  Do you understand?”
                  She found she could not make any noise at all.  She nodded and felt an element of fear.  What if he went too far?  She would have no way of communicating with him.  Her abused shoulders were already starting to ache.  Why is he taking my voice away? What about my safe-word? She found that she had to breathe carefully to avoid a sense of choking.  Her heart was booming in her ears.  Shit, shit, what have I gotten myself into?
                  A slap to her thigh brought her attention back to him.  Ouch!  
    “Do you understand?”
    She quickly nodded. 
    Before she could wonder what was