“Well, no. I followed the instructions.”
“Was it complicated?”
“I—” Her mouth snapped shut. “Okay,” she finally said. “I get it. I think.”
I started backing us toward the door to the patio. “Let’s focus on relaxing for now, okay?”
“Okay. Oh, I want to grab a robe.” She turned and headed toward the bathroom when she paused at the other side of the bed and picked up something from the floor. “What’s this?”
“Ah. That’s the book I was reading when Derek called me.”
She started paging through it, pausing. “Wow. That looks…” She swallowed hard then looked at me. “Can you do this?”
Realizing the hot tub was on pause, I walked over and looked at the page she showed me. It was a complex tie involving an elaborate chest harness.
“Not yet, but we can practice it.”
She turned the page, still looking. “Is it one of the ties you’ll learn in the class?”
“Maybe.” The first session was tomorrow morning after breakfast. “It looks like this one is a combination of several basic elements. They have step-by-step instructions in the book.”
She flipped through more pages and stopped, red filling her face.
Peeking over her shoulder, the model was suspended and bound with her legs bent at the knees and tied in such a way as to leave her fully exposed to anything someone wanted to do to her.
“What about that?” she whispered.
I slipped my arms around her waist. “I’m not good enough to do suspensions yet. I won’t risk hurting you.”
“Oh.”
“Buuut I’m certain I can do a variation of it to restrain you on the bed and leave you… open.” I held her so the length of her body pressed along mine.
“Yeah?”
I nipped the shell of her ear. “Does Daddy’s babygirl want to be tied up so I can completely have my way?”
She swallowed hard, still staring at the page, and nodded.
“What was that?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded again. “Yes, Sir,” she managed.
“I need to hear you say it, babygirl. I need to hear youaskfor what you want from me.”
She finally tipped her head back and met my gaze. “I want you to tie me up and have your way with me, Sir.”
I took the book from her and laid it on the bed. “Then let’s go out to the hot tub and talk about it,hmm?”
Emmy
My knees were shaky as I retrieved my robe and followed Jack to the patio. He stepped in first and held out a hand to steady me.
Seared in my mind, the fantasy of him tying me up, leaving me salaciously exposed to his every whim, and then doing whatever he wanted to me.
Oooh, yeah.
There’s a difference between a fantasy you have while running down the batteries in your vibrator and what you actually share with your partner when it comes to practicalities.
