Chapter 24

"Is there anything you won't do?"

Dante glanced at Emma as he rolled up the thin silk rope he had just removed from her wrists. "Only one."

"What's that?"

He dropped the rope into a cabinet where it would wait for its next victim. "Autoerotic-asphyxiation."

"What's that?"

Dante came to the bed where she had crawled to rest against the pillows. He moved up beside her, lying on his side as he ran a couple of fingers over her belly.

"It's where you put a rope around your throat and apply pressure while you, or someone else, applies sexual stimulation."

"What do you mean, pressure?"

"This." He slid his hand over her breasts slowly before allowing it to come to rest at her throat. Then he grabbed it roughly, choking her for a brief second. "Cutting off the air supply."

Emma took hold of his wrist, even though he had moved his hand back down to her breasts, to push it further away from her throat. "Why would someone want to do that?"

He shrugged. "I've heard that the resulting orga