Chapter 38

Celestine's POV

"How is this supposed to make you forgive me?" I ask as Lorenzo places the velvet handkerchief over my eyes and binds it behind my head with two loose knots. My vision goes black and my other senses heighten, like how Lorenzo's presence behind me overwhelms me even without him touching a part of my body.

"You ask a lot of questions. Don't make me gag you." Gag me?

"You wouldn't dare." That remark earns me a spank on my ass. I yelp. Ouch, that stings.

"Place your hands behind your back." I obey, this time without uttering a word and Lorenzo rounds a tie around my wrists twice before tying a knot.

Lorenzo guides me, his hands on the small of my back then he bends me over. No warning. No explaining. I gasp at how much it feels like falling, my chest meet a flat surface, probably a table or his drawers. I squirm, feeling self-conscious about how exposed I am; naked with my hip held up by the furniture for Lorenzo to do whatsoever he wants with me.

My instincts have