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On your back.”
    Her stomach was tied in knots but she did as she was told. The sheets were cold, as if they’d never lain together. Her nipples tightened and gooseflesh raced down her arms and legs.
    Daniel picked up one length of rope and tied a loose loop around her wrist. She could easily slip out of the binding. It wasn’t tight at all. She opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of it. She didn’t want to get in trouble for correcting him on top of everything else. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax.
    He repeated the process at her ankles and other wrist, attaching the ends to the bedposts. Though the rope was taut enough to restrain her movements, she could still slide free.
    “Sir?” Her voice was a squeak.
    “Hm?” He sat on the edge of the bed, examining her.
    “The restraints.” She wet her lips, a hard task when her mouth was dry. “They’re not very tight.”
    He scowled, the dark slashes of his brows drawing down into a hard line. His hair stuck up in several directions and stubble peppered his jaw. The bed dipped as he reclined next to her and propped his head on his fist. “I know that.”
    He splayed his hand over her stomach. She couldn’t help but inhale deeply at his touch. His hand skated over her skin to cup her breast. She braced herself, but his hold was gentle.
    “The ropes aren’t tight because I don’t want to bruise you unintentionally like this ever again. Until I learn how much you can handle, you have to help me.” He gave her breast a soft squeeze before leaving her altogether.
    Rolling to the side of the bed, he picked up the plate of food and twisted to face her. Carefully, he set the plate below her breasts, so close that when she exhaled she could feel the brush of pancakes.
    “I need a straw,” he grumbled. “Be right back.”
    She wasn’t alone long before he returned, lifting one of the glasses of juice to her with a bendable straw. She sipped the sweet citrus mix, letting the flavors of mango and tangerine play over her palate.
    When she was finished, he put the cup on the nightstand and grabbed the utensils and syrup. Sitting cross-legged next to her, he made a little picnic, spreading a paper towel over the sheet in front of him and setting the other things on it. She tried not to stare at his cock, but it was right there, mostly erect and pointed straight at her. She was naked, he was naked and they were eating breakfast when she just wanted to have sex.
    “Do you usually cook breakfast?” He uncapped the syrup and drizzled it over the pancakes.
    “Not really.” The plate was still cool against her. She sucked in a breath as syrup spilled over the side and puddled in the hollow between her breasts.
    “Something wrong?” His tone was casual yet the lines on his face were tense. She couldn’t get a feel for his mood. She expected anger but his cock said he was aroused.
    “The syrup spilled a little.”
    His lips pulled up into a smile. “Oopsie,” he said, not the least bit repentant. Sliding the plate lower on her abdomen, he bent and licked away the sticky liquid. “There.” He moved the plate back into position. Picking up the fork and knife, he attacked the stack of pancakes. The sensation of the knife sliding across the surface through the plate made her want to squirm. Instead, she gripped the ropes and held tight.
    “Something wrong?” he asked.
    “No.”
    “Here.” He offered her a bite of fluffy pancake with a glistening layer of syrup.
    She ate what he offered, swallowing the pancakes without tasting them. The other shoe was going to drop.
    “These are good,” he said around a mouthful of food. “What did I do to merit a special breakfast?”
    Her mouth dried up. “I thought you would want something to eat.” She hated the way her voice went up an octave at the end of her sentence, pinning an unspoken question mark on a statement.
    He sighed and gave her a flat stare.
    “I wanted to do something,” she added.