Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343

Sophia’s POV

The ropes came next.

He started with my left wrist, looping the silk around it with practiced efficiency before searing it to something i codite a hidden anchor point in the bed frame. Then my right.

I tested the bindings instinctively, found them snug but not cutting off circulation.

Hed done this before, I realized with a sick jolt. Probably in this exact room, with God knows how many

“Lucas- My voice cracked on his name, desperation bleeding through despite my best efforts to stay

“What did I say about begging?” He trailed one finger down my sternum, between my breasts, over my stom waistband of my panties-the only thing I still wore. ‘It doesn’t suit you.”

Then came the blindfold.

The world went dark as soft fabric settled over my eyes, and immediately every other sense sharpened to an almost pants degr

I could hear my own breathing-too fast, too shallow-and the quiet rustle of Lucas moving around the room. The beneath me with each of his steps, sending ripples through my body that made me feel seasick

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said, his voice coming from somewhere to my right. Im going to touch you Taste you. Make you things you don’t want to feel. And you’re going to lie there and take it.”

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, tasting copper.

His mouth found my collarbone first-a gentle kiss that made me flinch despite myself. Then another, lower, tracing swell of my breast.

When he finally pulled away, I heard him moving around the room again, opening drawers, the clink of something metal. My pulse spiki

“Remember what I said about making this interesting?” His voice was closer now, right beside my ear. “I meant it.”

Something cool and smooth pressed against my ankle-a leather cuff, I realized, as he buckled it into place. Then another on my other ankle. He spread my legs wider than was comfortable, securing them to what I assumed were more hidden anchor points, and suddenly I was completely immobilized, spread-eagled on this ridiculous waterbed like some kind of offering.

“Perfect,” he breathed, and I heard the smile in his voice. “Now we can really begin.”

What happened next existed in a strange, dissociated haze. I felt everything—God, did I feel it–but somehow I wasn’t really there.

I floated above my own body, watching from a safe distance as Lucas used me like I was a toy designed for his amusement.

His mouth, his hands, objects I couldn’t identify but felt with searing clarity-all of it choreographed to pull responses from my traitorous flesh that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with biology.