69|At His Mercy

~Rory~

“Sight,” I replied without hesitation. I figured it was my best option because he had my hand tied on a bed before. And I wanted to see him so badly.

Elijah chuckled, standing up to remove my blindfold. My brows creased, eyes adjusting to the light to find him smiling down at me, amusement filtering his face. “What?”

He shook his head. “Remember the rules.”

I bit my tongue from further questioning him and remained standing. My eyes flitted across the room. Indeed, I was standing on the side of a king-size bed, scattered candles providing warmth, light, and a sensual aroma in the air. The source of the sultry tune was a record player on the side of the bed; beside it was a bottle of wine, a half-filled glass, and another filled w