Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

Chapter Eight

Lindsey followed Camilla down the winding halls of the manor and through the white doors that separated Camilla’s rooms from the rest of the house. It was the first time she’d been in this forbidden part of the mansion. It was large enough to make up a house all by itself.

Camilla led Lindsey to a nondescript door and opened it wide. The two of them entered the room. It looked like nothing more than another of the manor’s luxurious bedrooms. Unlike the rest of the house, the room was all dark tones, mostly purples and blues, but the lushness of the decor made it feel cozy and warm. There was a huge four-poster bed in the middle, complete with a canopy and curtains made from dark voile. The sheer drapes were tied to the bedposts with velvet ties.

“This is the playroom?” Lindsey asked.

“What were you expecting?” Camilla said. “Some kind of dungeon with chains and shackles?”

“Well, yeah. And where are all the toys?”

“I like to keep everything hidden away so that there are no distractions. I prefer my submissive to be relaxed and focused on me.”

Lindsey looked around. There was more storage in the room than a usual bedroom. Cupboards, closets, chests. What secret treasures did they contain?

There was a knock on the playroom door.

“That must be June with dessert.” Camilla gestured toward a small table at the side of the room. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

Lindsey walked over to the table and sat down. Camilla slipped out into the hall, shutting the door behind her. Moments later, she returned, balancing a tray covered with a silver lid in her hands. She placed it in the center of the table.

Lindsey watched her eagerly. It was clear that Camilla planned for them to do more than just eat dessert. Sure enough, Camilla walked over to a cabinet and opened the door. Inside were a variety of restraints. Ropes, leather cuffs lined with fur, heavy-duty handcuffs, belts. Lindsey was sure she spotted a spreader bar too.

Camilla picked u

p a coil of thick black rope. She ran it through her hands from end to end, straightening out the kinks, and brought the rope over to Lindsey. “Cross your wrists at the back of the chair.”

Lindsey obeyed. Camilla crouched behind her and wound the rope around Lindsey’s wrists, tying them with a series of knots. When she was done, Lindsey tested her bonds. They were unyielding.

Camilla sat down across from Lindsey and removed the cover from the tray. What was underneath almost made Lindsey drool. It was a spread of sweet treats. Fruit, chocolate fondue, and all kinds of tiny confections.

“Doesn’t this look marvelous?” Camilla said.

“Yes, Mistress.” Lindsey wanted to try everything.

Then she remembered her hands were tied behind her back.

Camilla picked up a plump blood-red grape and dipped it in chocolate. She slipped it between her lips and closed her eyes, chewing slowly.

“Mm, this tastes wonderful.” Camilla selected a bright red strawberry, the same color as her lips, and slid it into her mouth. “This is my one weakness. I love all things sweet.” She reached across the table and drew a finger down Lindsey’s cheek, leaving behind a streak of chocolate.

Suddenly, Lindsey found herself with a craving that had little to do with dessert.

Camilla took another strawberry and dipped it into the chocolate. She held it up before Lindsey. “Would you like to try one?”

“Yes please,” Lindsey said.

Camilla slipped the strawberry into Lindsey’s waiting mouth.

Lindsey let out an involuntary moan. “This is incredible.”

“The strawberries were picked fresh this morning. The chocolate is made from the finest Ghanaian cocoa beans. Here.” Camilla picked up a small square of dark chocolate. “Try some by itself.”

Lindsey leaned forward, accepting Camilla’s offering. It was bitter and rich in Lindsey’s mouth. Camilla went through the tray, sampling everything before feeding a portion to Lindsey. There was something alluring about watching her Mistress eat. Was it the way her lips would purse around each tiny morsel? The blissful sounds she made? The tantalizing looks she gave Lindsey every time she picked out a sweet treat?

Lindsey had never thought that having things fed to her could be so sensual. Now and then, Camilla’s fingers would brush against Lindsey’s lips, sending a frisson through her.

“That’s enough for now,” Camilla said. “I don’t want you stuffed full for what comes next.”