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your
fucking wrists in the sides. Now.”
    Without
question, she dropped them in the opening and he slammed the lid over the top
of her, securing it in place with a heavy lock. Fuck. Maybe she shouldn't have
opened her mouth earlier. The club had a universal safe word, so even though he
gave her none, she knew if things escalated too far, it could be used and one
of the monitors that kept watch would step in. It was one of the many safety
precautions that made her feel so comfortable at Paradise.
    Master
Connor’s hand skimmed down her back. Wrapping his finger around the lace ribbon
at the bottom of the corset she wore, he yanked until it unwound through each metal
grommet. It tickled as it slid upward and apart, and she had to stifle a laugh
at the sensation. Once it weaved through the last hole, the pretty corset
parted and fell to the ground, leaving her breasts fully exposed. The chilled
air whipped around, and her nipples pebbled instantly. Feeling her skirt slide
down her legs, a shiver skated up her body as she stepped out of it. Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw him fling the material to the side. She was now
fully naked and at his disposal. Continuing, his hand caressed further down,
rubbing over her ass, caressing the twin globes appreciatively.
    Playfully
tapping each cheek, he purred behind her. “I can't wait to see my marks here,
to see this perfect tanned flesh turn a glowing red.”
    He
spanked her once on each side with the palm of his hand, the blows landing with
a sharp sting.
    “My
cock is hard just thinking about it, pet.” He struck her ass once more. “But
you see, Syd , I won’t be using my hands.”
    She
tensed as his warm palms started to roam down her slender thighs and calves,
stopping at her ankles.
    “Maybe…I'll
use my belt.” He yanked her legs apart, splitting them wide open. The feel of the
cold steel made her shiver as it locked around the ankle he was still holding. “Maybe…I'll
use a flogger. Or a whip.” He shifted and snatched up
her other ankle, pulling it further apart from the first before snapping
another metal cuff around it.
     
    The
rough stubble from his rugged, sexy-as-sin face rubbed across the back of her
thigh, causing her to shiver in anticipation of what exactly he had planned for
her. Suddenly, he moved, and all touching ceased. Trying to lift her feet, she
managed a fraction of an inch. The thick metal cuffs were tight, but not tight
enough to cut off circulation.
    It
wasn't until that moment she realized how immobile she truly was. Her head and
wrists were locked tight in the stocks, and her legs chained securely to the
floor. In this position, she was spread wide, leaving every inch of her open
for his thorough perusal. That thought alone had her juices trickling down the
inside of her thighs. Growling in frustration, she did not want him to see how
much he was affecting her. Being on display was not an issue, nor was lack of
confidence in her body and self, but there was just something about Connor that
made her feel vulnerable, and that unnerved her immensely. She could not
remember a time in her life when she had ever felt that way.
    Hearing
movement to the side, she tilted her head to see his bare feet and legs appear
in her line of vision. Her placement in the stockade was most comfortable when
she kept her head tilted downward, her eyes fixed on the floor.
    Standing
directly in front of her bound form, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her
head back. Eyes whipping up, she saw an evil grin on his face, a look full of
delicious promises that should have worried her instead of turning her on as
much as it did. It heated her from within. Fucking hormones.
    “Since
you have such a sharp tongue this evening, beautiful, I think perhaps you need
something in that mouth of yours, don’t you?” He smirked, holding up a medium-sized
ball gag. Crap .
    Before
she was able to form a coherent thought in order to reply, she watched in a
daze as he gripped