~ Ava ~
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, heart beating fast.
The black silk robe I wore was loosely tied, barely covering the new red lace lingerie underneath.
My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the thin strap on my shoulder.
Tonight was different.
For three months, Ryan and I had talked about this.
Late night on the couch, we had a honest conversations about what we wanted, what turned us on, what scared us.
He had been patient, never pushing. But tonight, we had finally agreed to take the next step.
Handcuffs.
Not just light spanking or blindfolds.
I had chosen the safe word: “Red.” Simple and clear. He had repeated it back to me three times, making sure I understood that the moment I said it, everything stopped. No questions and no hesitati
