It had been a full hour since he had left her to contemplate her new surroundings—to grow wet and ready for anything he desired to mete out to her. As he made his way down the hallway to the dungeon room, anticipation set his every nerve on edge. He had toyed with more than one willing participant in this room. Why was Kitty any different? What about her made him as giddy as a love-struck teenager? Kitty jerked when he entered the chamber. “You bastard!” Fire danced in her dark gaze. Redness encircled her wrists and ankles where she had struggled against her bonds. Tendrils of blonde hair meandered wildly over her back and shoulders. With her thighs spread and her rump in the air, she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Her golden mons glistened in the dim light and although Bram chuckled, all he wanted to do was lose himself in her beautiful, supple body. “How does it feel to be chained and spread for your husband?” he asked. She growled. “You are absolutely beautiful, Kitty,”
