Without asking, she pulled the zipper down the back of my dress, trailing her fingers down my back. “Too bad I’m not your fantasy tonight,” she murmured. The dress fell to the floor, and I unclasped my bra and pulled off my thong.
Evie held up my attire for the night — a teddy with cutouts for the t**s and an open crotch. “Wow,” I said, as I stood in front of the mirror admiring the teddy. Hell, even I wanted to have s*x with myself in that outfit. I followed Evie to the giant four-poster bed. A black eye mask lay on a pillow, and sets of velvet cuffs were attached to the posts with long silky ropes.
My heart pounded even faster. “Why so many cuffs?” I asked Evie. She smiled at me knowingly. “It depends on what they decide to do with you,” she said. “But I have specific instructions re
