Chapter Twelve
Baited Girdle
I was done, finished, history. If Honey had worn her girdle while she had me in her computer room, I would have had her in her computer room. Simple as that. I would have taken her bait on the spot, any spot—on the floor, the desk, against the computer monitor, or wherever—without heed for the consequences. I would have gleefully played Honey’s puppet in her badger game, letting her fleece me, bind me in my own lust, and throw me in her dungeon. I would have sacrificed nearly everything at the altar of her ass—and more to enter her v****a, although she emphatically denied me that option.
But she left me a window of opportunity to come to my senses. When she departed for her bedroom to dress for seducing me, I turned away from the computer monitor and stared
