Beck & Call by Emma Holly

She hung her head and her hair fell across her face.
    “That won’t do,” Jake said, suddenly touching her nape gently. “You may stand straight again. Gabriel, please bring the rest of my submissive’s accessories.”
    She straightened, trembling. Jake’s warm hand fell to her spine, where her dress was cut out. Up and down he rubbed her bare skin, as if they were a couple of longstanding. As he did, she had the odd sensation of being taller—though this was likely due to her fancy shoes.
    Jake towered over her the same as before.
    Gabriel had been watching from the wings. He came out at Jake’s summons with an armload of silvery chains. Mia would have tensed, except the other accessory the server emerged with distracted her.
    Gabriel’s black waiter pants looked like he’d shoved his fist behind their zipper.
    Her breath sucked in. That was some serious wood. Gabriel did nothing to hide it. Apart from his heightened color, which might or might not have been embarrassment, he didn’t seem self-conscious.
    He was, however, walking gingerly.
    “Sir,” he said, stopping a foot away. “What would you like me to do with these?”
    “Please attach the ends to her collar rings.”
    There were three lengths of chain, all long and none wider than a finger. The strands were light, possibly aluminum. Gabriel attached them to her necklace with a glancing touch for each. He must have like girls too, because he didn’t seem to mind being close to her. His respiration was choppy by the time he drew back from her.
    His attention dropped to her breasts. Mia tensed but she hadn’t suffered a wardrobe malfunction. Her red dress still covered her. The indecency came from her nipples having turned to volcanic stone.
    It was a sign of how extraordinary the circumstances were that this didn’t make her want to cross her arms over them.
    “Sir,” he said, wrenching his gaze to Jake.
    “Thank you, Gabriel,” Jake said with a hint of wryness. “That will be all for now.”
    He seemed to know what the other man was experiencing. Was that what being a good dom meant? That you could get into other people’s heads?
    He didn’t have any trouble getting into hers. He took the triple length of chain in his hand as if it were a leash, sparing her from tripping on it as he walked her to the front of the chair. The move didn’t make her happy. Simple though the seat was, it had been a barrier between her and watching eyes.
    Before her panic could rise, Jake stepped in front of her.
    “I’ll just tug this down.” His body radiated warmth as he leaned close to pull the hem more securely around her butt—the same as she’d have done if he’d allowed it. “Now sit.”
    His words were as good as a shove. Her basted cheeks appreciated the coolness of the metal, though she had to struggle not to wriggle. The nerves of her clitoris wanted her to a lot.
    Jake knelt in front of her. “Legs first, I think. I can tell you’re concerned about exposure.”
    This time he wasn’t trying to prevent it. Gently but firmly, he pressed her knees apart until her calves sprawled wider than the chair legs. He took hold of her right foot, tucking the toe of her fancy shoe into the chair’s bottom rung from its outside.
    “Stay like that,” he ordered.
    She stayed, though doing so unnerved her. Then again, maybe it was the tingles his every action inspired that kept her in turmoil.
    Jake strode around her once with one of the silvery chains, circling her waist and binding it to the chair. He crouched again to feed the links around both her lower leg and the nearest rungs. The loops weren’t tight, but there were so many they held her limb secure. His physical adeptness was obvious. With efficient yet precise motions, he looped a nearly identical spiral around her second leg.
    Mia clenched the seat of the chair with her still free hands. Having her feet tucked up off the ground made her feel off balance and vulnerable. Sharon Stone’s Basic