“That could be fun,” I said. From the predatorial smirk on Ari’s face, my fake casualness wasn’t fooling him.
“Then allow me,” he whispered, pushing me back onto the bed with one finger.
I fell backward with a gasp. Ari was on me in an instant, straddling me and kissing me. I opened my mouth without a second thought. His hands mapped my jawline and neck, as if I were a fragile and precious treasure. It felt different, being touched by someone I loved. I was so focused on him that I didn’t get lost in my intrusive thoughts.
Ari kept moving downward, undoing the laces of my dress as he kissed circles on my breasts. Every single bit of skin got sucked. I was half naked and completely breathless when he said, “We were going to try the handcuffs? Where should we put them?”
Ugh, I had to use my brain at a moment like this? I looked around the room. At first glance, I didn’t see a logical place to fasten cuffs. “Hmm, maybe if we loop them around the bedpost?”
“It’s worth a try.” Ari dove back into the box. “She got two sets for different sized wrists. How does she even know my wrist size?”
I groaned, desperate. “I don’t care. Hurry up and get over here.” I cast my dress to the floor. It needed to come off before the cuffs went on. My panties followed.
Ari ran a finger around the handcuffs. “They’re padded and look custom-fit. Let me know right away if they chafe.” He looped the cuffs around the bedpost and then fastened them on my wrists. A look of confusion crossed his face. “How do we do this?”
I understood his dilemma—I was now cuffed to the corner of the bed, rather than the center. “What if I bend over the bed? We haven’t tried that position before. It might be fun.”
“That does sound fun.” Ari cleared his throat. “I mean, bend over for me, wench!”
I dissolved into giggles.
Ari chuckled. “My intimidating act needs work.”
“No, no, you’re doing great.”
“At least I’m confident in my ability to do this.” Ari traced a finger down my bare spine. I shivered in response.
It was an intriguing sensation, yielding to the notion that I was a mere passenger as Ari’s fingers played with my body. No need to think, just feel. I moaned and jerked on the cuffs as he stroked a sweet spot.
“Are you still doing good? Are your arms okay?”
“They’re great,” I groaned through a dry throat. “Hurry up. I’m ready.”
There was a rustle of a condom. Then Ari slid into me.
Grabbing the bedpost, I pushed back, making him gasp. I chuckled.
He leaned down and kissed my bare back. “If you still have the breath to laugh, then I need to try harder.” He thrust again, rubbing me with his finger at the same time. I cried out.
“Good spot?” he whispered.
“Yes.Do that again. Make me lose my mind.”
To my profound relief, he did it again, and again, a slow and steady rhythm. The pressure became nearly unbearable, a hot press of being filled, intoxicating like the edge of drunkenness. Each thrust sent starbursts of sensation through my core. The heat had consumed my entire body. I barely registered the moment when Ari came, because my world had turned white and crackling. I let myself fall headfirst into the sensation of pleasure. Overstimulation and exhaustion made my head spin, treading an exquisite line between pleasure and not-quite-pain.
I was still collapsed and breathless when Ari unfastened the handcuffs. He lifted me up and tucked me under the covers. Lying down next to me, he cradled my body close. One hand massaged my wrists. “Still good? Did it bruise?”
“It didn’t hurt my wrists at all. It’s my brain you nearly fucked out.” The post-orgasm mood had loosened my tongue.
He laughed and kissed the top of my head. “Flatterer.”
“Only the truth.”
“You did wonderfully. I can’t wait to see what we can do with the rest of the toys.”
Ugh, would I have to thank my sister for that gift after all? How mortifying. I sighed and nestled deeper into Ari’s shoulder.
He whispered into my hair, “I love you.”
