A Lady for a Duke

by Alexis Hall

“Would you let me bind you?” “Bind me?” Her eyes widened. “I’m not here under duress.” He laughed. “That would not be the point of binding you.” “What would be the point?” And this time, the question was as much curiosity as confusion. “Mutual gratification.” “I’m not sure,” she pointed out, “how mutual it would be if I could not move.” “But I would get to have you at my mercy.” “And what would I get?” “My mercy.”