I found myself back in his apartment, breathing in the scent from a sweet vanilla candle. It smelled of baked goods and made me think of Christmas. I sighed with my eyes closed as he gently took my hands to fasten my wrists to each corner of the top of the St. Andrew's Cross. The backs of my forearms pressed against the leather cushions, and I squirmed against them. I loved the cool, smooth, feel of the leather against my warm skin. The dark, rich, scent of the material surrounded me, and I wanted more. Each ankle was restrained to the corners with precision. My back was to him, and I could hear the thwack of leather straps behind me. The whoosh of them cutting through air as he twisted his wrists like he had done to the woman in my dream.
I bit my bottom lip and gasped as the leather sla
