Chapter 6

“Arms behind your back.”

I obeyed even though my pulse hammered in my throat as the cold metal of the handcuffs clicked around my wrists, binding them tightly. The leash tugged, guiding me forward until my hips pressed against the edge of the table.

“Bend over.”

I leaned forward, my chest pressing against the rough wood, my bound hands resting against the surface. The position left my ass exposed, vulnerable.

I heard the cap of the oil bottle pop open, and the slick ...