I kissed her deeply, urgently, pulling her closer until our bodies fused. My fingers tangled in her hair as I kissed every inch of her face, her jaw, her throat—claiming her with my mouth.
Gently, I guided her back down onto the sheets. I reached into the drawer again and pulled out a single handcuff. Her eyes widened—excitement flickering alongside a tiny spark of fear. I smiled softly, reassuringly.
Leaning down, I captured her lips in another slow, consuming kiss.
“Do you trust me?” I murmured, stroking her cheek with my thumb.
She nodded, breathless. “Yes, Teddy.”
I turned her onto her stomach. I gathered her wrists behind her back, right above the perfect curve of her ass, and clicked the cuff shut. I gave her a light spank—testing, teasing. She gasped.
“Tell me if it’s too much
