Chapter 19
He lay still. Or as still as he could, shuddering and jerking instinctively.
She bound him out, stretched and tight, spread eagle across the bed. Every time she leaned over him to tug a rope, her skin brushed against him, of the snug fit of her leather. Or that damned tail! He actually shivered as the tail dragged, soft and sensuous, down his thigh while she checked the binding of his left ankle.
Finally, the worst was over.
Anje stood to one side of the bed, hands on her hips. “Are you secure?” She looked straight at him, met his angry gaze with a calm one of her own, not glancing aside or bowing her head. He wasn’t used to it. He didn’t like it.