them to place the new collar around her neck. It was wider, but it felt smoother against her throat, not as constricting. Next they knelt and attached matching cuffs to her ankles, snapping them into place. Then came a band that fit around her waist, this one with two loops on either side of her. Finally they slipped two bands over her wrists.
"How do they feel?"
Claire and the other maids were trying to hide their concern. It was useless to try and postpone the inevitable.
She tried to smile at them reassuringly but inside she felt only fear.
"Fine, thank you."
Jillian stared at her reflection in the mirror. She suddenly had a vision of herself, chained in any position he desired, awaiting his pleasure.
"Leave us."
"Shall we remove these first?"
"No."
The maids curtsied and left, Claire's eyes shifting to the bottle and back to Jillian's face. She nodded imperceptibly.
The moment the door closed Jillian's breath started to come faster, her chest rising and falling in fast little bursts. She knew what was coming. She knew-
"Come here Jillian."
She turned and walked toward him, her eyes lowered. He held his hand out and she took it, letting him guide her to his lap.
His hands wandered over her body as he sighed.
"I missed you this morning, but I thought I should let you sleep."
He nuzzled her neck, making her sigh with pleasure.
"You gave me great pleasure last night, little one."
His hands roved up to her breasts, opening her top so that they spilled out and into his eager hands. He moaned as he stroked her soft globes.
"I'm sorry you had to see that."
Her eyes lifted to his face, then lowered again. He was so much kinder than she ever imagined. Was it really possible she had so misunderstood him for all these years?
"I promised Henry many things today. I hate to see him suffer. I think he loved you."
She said nothing. What was there to say?
"I told him he could have any woman he wanted. I even offered to double his chosen bride's dower. I don't think he was pacified though."
His lips pressed against her temple as he inhaled her scent. She felt his manhood growing, pushing against her hip. Fear pooled in her stomach. If only she weren't so tender...
"I don't blame him of course. There's no woman alive who compares to you."
He kissed her, his tongue seeking deep in her mouth then withdrawing. It felt like- oh!
She felt her desire rising again. Her body responding to his, despite her discomfort. He groaned as he pressed his body against her.
"Come my pet. I would try out your new cuffs."
He stood and led her to the bed. She kept her eyes lowered so he would not see her fear. Perhaps it would be over quickly and he would let her rest. They could apply more ice. She could take- the medicine! She'd forgotten to take more. Her eyes darted to it as he pushed her toward the bed and onto her back.
He smiled at her sensuously as he opened a box by the bed. Gold chains lay inside, along with several locks and a key. He held the key up and grinned. Then he pulled one of the chains out and lifted her wrist, stringing the chain through the loop. There was a hook in the corner of the bed that she hadn't seen before. He guided the chain through the hook and tightened it, pulling her arm up and to the side. He clicked a lock into place, holding her securely. Then he moved down to her ankle.
He repeated the process with each leg and arm until she was spread eagle on the bed. She'd never felt so exposed in her life. She watched through hooded eyes as he undressed, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he climbed on top of her and started to undress her, slowly, as if unwrapping a gift.
His hands slid over every inch of her skin as it was exposed, making him moan. He ran his fingers up and down her thighs. Her hips circled. She was excited beyond belief, her desire mixing with the fear of what was to come. He leaned over her, kissing her mouth as he guided his shaft to her
Brian Keene, J.F. Gonzalez