Chapter 75

• KICK
• My ankles were shackled. The chain between them clicked when I rolled over, and the steel bit my anklebones when I rested my feet together.
• My brain chemistry had been set for arousal at the touch of hard metal edges on my skin, and even though I felt a growing swirl of lust when I pressed my legs together, I was preoccupied. Deacon hadn’t put the leg irons on me, nor had I squeezed them tighter than I should, just to feel them holding me while he played me like a musician at an instrument.