When Lydia was twisting underneath Galen, her p***y wet and aching, he sat up and reached over to the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a couple of terrycloth athletic wrist bands.
"These are the real thing, not fur-lined plastic or anything. You still interested?"
She had to swallow twice and squeeze her thighs together before she could speak. "Hell yeah!"
"That's my girl. I thought these would protect your skin." He peeled her fingers off the headboard and slipped one of the wristbands over her hands. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Good idea." She let him do the same to the other hand. He planted a kiss on the palm as he did so. Then she held her arms over her head while he slipped the chain of the cuffs around the top rail of the headboard and clipped one cu
