Free Little Book of Fantasies by Miranda Heart Page A

death? Rip all my skin from my body while I’m still alive? She trembled as he set her feet down onto the ground. She whimpered when her bruised soles made contact and her legs faltered. He caught her against him. Tears welled again, and her knees collapsed. Everything turned black.
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    Slowly, awareness returned to Kaitlyn, and she cringed in pain. Her eyelids stuck together. A hard, warm male chest supported her body. Cold metal encircled her wrists. A resounding clink echoed inside her frazzled mind. Surprised, she looked above her to see a long silver chain dangling from the ceiling. The metal shackles hung from the end and trapped her wrists.
    “Please,” she said through her gag.
    “You keep begging, Kaitlyn, but it won’t happen. This
    time you aren’t getting free.”
    The quiet of his voice against her ear almost soothed her. She shook her head and reminded herself to stay alert.
    He pulled away, leaving her toes to graze the floor. The weight of her body forced her forward until she regained her balance on her toes. She winced in pain. Something dropped behind her, and she flinched. It sounded like a bag. A second later, she closed her eyes at the sound of a zipper.
    All I wanted was a quiet night at home with a bottle of wine, some music, and my nighty.
    Her body started to shake, again. What did he mean this time ? Had she ever tried to break free of him? She’d done nothing but submit to his wishes, wait on him hand and foot. What did it say about her? Her eyes burned. She shut them tightly to prevent more tears.
    His fingers wrapped around her ankle. She tried kicking back, to surprise him, but he held fast. She screamed into the gag.
    “Kaitlyn, I want you to know, I won’t hurt you. You asked for this. I’m giving you what you want.”
    His stern tone set her on edge. She had no idea what he was talking about. Who asks for a kidnapping? She shook her head.
    He laughed behind her. Something cool poured over her feet, it stung like hell. He wanted to clean her wounds?
    Completely caught off guard now, she just waited. Maybe if she stayed silent for a while, she’d eventually understand. He might tell her what this was all about. She should still be scared, but he did promise he wouldn’t hurt her. Was all of it just some fantasy come true for him?
    Mentally, she shook her head to clear away images of being flayed alive.
    “The bag you heard hit the floor is full of toys for you. The next few days will be so much fun you aren’t going to know what to do. However, this won’t be very pleasurable until you realize why we are here.”
    “Ya think?” she asked, her voice still muffled.
    He got it, though; a hard smack to her ass said he understood her words. The slap was painful. He moved in front of her.
    “Let’s see if you’re still such a little smart ass with your clothes off.” In one quick move, he reached up and ripped her gown from her. The spaghetti straps gave way. The garment slid from her body like tissue paper.
    Could he humiliate her anymore? She looked up into his eyes and saw the humor shimmering in their dark depths. Kaitlyn wished she could pull the long, gorgeous hair out of his arrogant head—anything to wipe that smirk off his face. He shifted from her view. Her own reflection stared back at her in the full-length mirror. In horror, she closed her eyes.
    “Open your eyes, Kaitlyn.”
    Using the mirror to help her, she searched the room looking for him. Her gaze collided with his when she saw him standing behind her.
    “The mirror was my own little addition. You’re my captive, but I want you to watch your reaction to everything I do to you.”
    Although his words were strange, his voice held an erotic lilt to it that made the tension in her stiff body loosen. If he wanted her to enjoy their night, why did he have her strung up so uncomfortably? Where were the fuzzy handcuffs he used to strap her to his bed? She blew out a long breath through her nose.
    He reached