He stopped, completely still. Eyes homing in on my hand clawing at his hand. Then his lips twisted as he squinted. His head swiveled, surveying one side of the room and then the other.

Leaving me half naked and panicky, he stood and took several steps to a stack of drawers. After opening several of them, he retrieved something and shoved it into his back pocket, and something else from another drawer. Then he turned.

“No …” I shook my head when I saw the zip ties in his hand. “No … I can’t. I’m claustrophobic. My heart will stop. No …”

He ignored me while grabbing a couple of dirty rags.

“Fisher … no!” I tried to pull my hand out of his grip.

“Shh …” He shook his head slowly, still not looking at me while he wrapped a rag around one wrist and then a zip tie.

“Uh-uh …” My head jerked side to side. “No. I said no …”

“Shh …” He repeated the process with my other wrist.

With unnatural ease, he lifted me onto the barstool and used two more ties to restrain my hands to my sides by looping them around the legs of the stool.

“Fisher!” I jerked my arms, but they didn’t move.

He finally looked at me, holding a stiff finger to his lips for several seconds before kissing me.

I yelped into his mouth, and he swallowed it again and again. His hands peeled my panties past my butt to my knees. He lifted his boot and stepped on them, shoving them the rest of the way off my legs as his kiss grew hungrier. His hands gripped my knees and spread them wide before his fingers teased me.

Made me jump.

Made me moan.

Made me crazy.

He pulled his mouth away from mine. “Tell me no, and I’ll release you,” he whispered over my lips.

His fingers were making me delirious, drunk, incapable of forming a coherent thought.

“Fish … Fisher …” My heavy eyelids closed for a second.

He was relentless.

I was … I didn’t even know. But I wasn’t thinking about my hands being restrained. There wasn’t enough blood in my head to acknowledge my claustrophobia. It had all pooled around the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs.

He dropped to his knees and …

Oh my … fuck … fuck … FUCKITY FUUUCK!

Ten seconds … not even, I orgasmed so quickly, and I did it with one of Fisher’s hands on my knee, keeping my legs wide open and his other hand over my mouth, muffling my unholy chain of uncensored words.

Fisher’s hand fell from my mouth as he sat back on his heels like he did that day at the park and rested both hands on his thighs.

His gaze affixed to the very spot his mouth had been just seconds earlier. I couldn’t imagine what it must have looked like.