Handcuffed by Her Hero by Angel Payne

lines between her breasts, he settled his mouth next to her ear.
She let out a shivering, needing gasp. Tell me what you’re going to do to
me. Tell it to me in a filthy growl. Tell me in illicit, immoral detail…please.
    “Time to go over
the rules, Luna.”
    No wonder the
bastard had tied up her hair. If her head was free, she would’ve snapped it with
a glower to singe his skin off. She had to settle for hissing at him in disgust.
“Yes, Sir.”
    Zeke chuckled. “I’d
swat you for that tone, girl, but you’d love it too much.” He scratched her rib
cage with his nails as he looped the rope atop her navel then yanked the
lengths around her waist. “You know full well how I roll.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She
gave him the frosty cone version of it this time. Why the hell not? If Mr.
Safe, Sane and Consensual wasn’t going to touch her until the D/s legalese was
complete, then Lady Attitude-With-Wheels was coming out for a spin, too.
    “You have a problem
with that?”
    “No, Sir.” She
supersized the frosty cone.
    “Then you’ll
have no trouble giving me your safe word.”
    Forget the frost.
She unleashed the ice storm. “Are you fucking serious?” Rules, she would do.
Guidelines, she would follow. But safe wording was the boundary she didn’t want
or need, and Z knew that. Hard limits? Ha. Safe words were her
hard limits. He knew that. But clearly didn’t care.
    “That’s too many
syllables for a safe word,” he drawled while continuing to cinch her in,
twisting the rope around, laddering it up her spine with a series of masterful knots.
Damn him, He knew how good that felt, how much she loved this. “But I’m
confused,” he went on. “That couldn’t have been backtalk coming from you,
right?” He secured his next knot extra hard, locking in her whole torso,
squeezing her breasts between the ropes in front. “I’m not used to backtalk. That’s
also part of the rules. I like being obeyed.” He extended the ropes along her
shoulders, pulling her right arm straight and starting an intricate gauntlet
down its length. “I expect to be obeyed.”
    Now she silently
wished him to the bottom of the Sound. The way he bit out expect but finished
it in such a sensual husk…the way he pulled the rope hard then fastened the
line to a hook protruding from the wall…the way he shifted his massive body
around her with the grace and speed of a damn ninja…he was so magical, he broke
down her defiance with disgusting speed. Worse, she didn’t even mind. She
couldn’t summon the nerve to even clench her teeth as she finally whispered,
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
    “Perfect.” He
halted in front of her. Planted his feet. Lifted her chin with one of his
fingers. He was so beautiful… already, more of his beast prowled in the bronze
shadows of his stare, played at his full, battle-roughened lips, unfurled
through the majesty of his huge, gleaming muscles. Luna yearned to reach for
him with the arm he hadn’t bound yet. She could tell him, even with just the
tips of her fingers, that he could dump a dozen safe words on her tonight and
she wouldn’t use a single one. She wouldn’t banish his beautiful animal, even
if it came close to killing her.
    “Safe word?” he
prompted again.
    Ugh. Fine. She sighed and blurted, “Cinderella.”
    “That wasn’t so
bad, was it?” Though he pulled her other arm out and started whipping the ropes
into its own gauntlet, he kept an appraising eye on her. “Slipped out easily
enough, too. Have you been masturbating about glass slippers and dancing with princes,
Luna?”
    She let a
bristled glare serve as her silent fuck you. Like that stopped the man
from his scrutiny, burning it up her arm from the wrist he secured with a
flawless cat’s paw twist before knotting off the line using the eyebolt on the
opposite wall. She didn’t shy back from his stare. Let him look. He wasn’t
going to see anything he didn’t know about her so far. Nothing that he didn’t
recognize in