“Then why did you stop?”
He stood slowly and then walked to the small nightstand next to his bed. Opening the top drawer, he pulled something dark and metallic-looking out and turned to me.
They looked like wrist cuffs. Not handcuffs like the police used. More like really wide bracelets.
“What are those?”
“I told you I wanted to tie your arms over your head and f**k you, make you come over and over until you collapsed from exhaustion.”
Oh, yeah. That. “I remember.”
“These cuffs will secure your hands. I will wear a matching pair.”
“Am I going to tie you up, too?” Kinky. I liked the idea of having all that man to explore and tease at my leisure.
“No. Not tonight.” He grinned again, and the look made him appear almost boyish. “Perhaps, if you are very, very good, I will allow you to
