CHAPTER 72

“A rope.”

“You’d be right. Stretch out across the bed and put your wrists together above your head.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“I thought we were beyond games, Carter.”

“You thought wrong.”

“But—”

“Don’t argue with me. Just do it.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll leave.”

She stared at him. Defiantly. Warily.

“I ain’t kiddin’, Macie. My way or no way.”

Something shifted in her eyes and she nodded. She rolled on her back, knocked the pillows aside and pressed her palms to the paneled wall.

“Good girl.” Carter climbed on the bed and straddled her pelvis, ignoring the questions in her eyes as he bound her. After he was satisfied she couldn’t get loose, he knelt between her widespread thighs. He snatched the pillows and said, “Lift,” so he could slide them beneath her ass.

Then he dragged the tips of his fingers, oh-so-slowly, over the sensitive skin on the inside of her arms, until his palms rested on her ribs. “The rope will burn your wrists if you wiggle too much, so my advice is to stay still. N