Evie approaches it now, as the wind in the air whips at her feet. They are still tucked into four inch high-heels, which look odd now, considering what’s about to happen. Jacob takes them from her before he pushes her face forward to the post. Then raising her arms, he fits her wrists into the cuffs on either side of the wood, snuggly. She’s held firmly in place, no slack, and little way to twist and turn. To make the bondage even more stringent, a broad leather belt circles her waist, and fits through a ring on the other side of the wood.
She shivers from the cold.
Almost as an afterthought, Jacob stuffs a wadded handkerchief into her mouth. Her head falls back and her blonde curls dangle over her shoulders, while her cinched waist augments the fields of battle—the firm and muscled sho
