Chapter 35

18. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

“Your hand.” Stretching out his palm, he ordered plainly.

The moment she gave him her hand, something pricked her thumb, and she flinched.

“Ouch,” To her dismay, she hadn't realized the ink he mentioned meant her blood till he pressed her thumb to the signature space.

“Go get dressed.” He commanded huskily, bringing down an harness thong made with leather straps and tossing it atop the bed.

Biting her lips nervously, she stared at the harness as though it was danger itself.

She'd only seen sluts wear harness thongs in the tabloids and never imagined she'd sign up for something as vulgar as this.

“For every second you waste, your punishment increases, Cee. Don't make me remind you of this clause again.” He said impatiently, his back turned to her, yet he could sense her every step as he grabbed cufflinks.

In some minutes she was dressed up in a black harness thong that exposed her a