Chapter 87. Just Like This?

My chin angled to the ceiling, while breathing mostly through my slightly parted lips.

This wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I was dying to be touched.

“Place your heels on the chair.” Colt’s voice was a quiet command.

I paused, unsure how that was going to work. But slowly, I raised one leg and placed my heel on the seat.

I waited, and when he said nothing I repeated the same for my other leg. 

I was now sitting spread leg on the chair, my heels touching my ass cheek, my knee pointed to the ceiling.

I inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation of leather caressing my ankle. But I promptly resumed breathing, my ears seeking out his breath to match it with mine, as he strapped my ankles to the seat.

I felt utterly exposed like this.

“What will you do with this video, Livia?” Colt asked casually.

“Touch myself.”

I didn't miss his sudden intake of breath, and the leather closed around my left ankle. 

“And how wi