Erotic punishment

A  warm flush spread under my skin, painting a rosy, pink blush across my cheeks. My heart palpitated at the erotic sight waiting for me. A chair, but so much more. Aleksander tore out the cushion of the chair and had the black and gold vibrator jutted up through a hole in the seat. Restraints for my hands dangled from the sides while he'd secured leather cuffs to the front legs of the antique wooden chair for my ankles. A torture device or a contraption for pleasure? In this case, it was both. Aleksander stalked around me. The back of his hand skimmed over my shoulder. A gruff demand snapped out of him. "Take your dress off." My breath lodged in my  throat. He caught the sound and narrowed his predatory gaze at me. Aleksander roughly grabbed my chin, pursing my lips. "Oh, don't look at me like that, baby girl. Don't pretend to be shy now." Pulling me by my face, Aleksander urged me onto my tiptoes. My hands flew up to grab his wrist while his fingers dug into my cheeks. His hot breath