Arabella

The first contrast in how my body responded to Leonardo and Marco was so different. If it had been Marco or any other man threatening to bind me in chains and capture me again, I would have panicked. But with Leo, those words made me melt, my legs turned to jelly. The thought of being his captive was enticing, and a fresh pool of wetness settled between my legs. I would have willingly put myself in those chains and crawled on my knees after him. Okay, maybe that was too much, Arabella. Who was I kidding?

Now, my face was pressed into the bed, my ass high in the...