“Yes.” He raked his gaze over me. “And you prepared it for me.” He extended a tentacle toward me, and I took it, letting him pull me into his lap.
I nuzzled his gills and raked his earlobe with my teeth. “Where do you want me?”
“On the table. On your back.”
I sprang to my feet and climbed onto the polished surface while Spiro set the pavlova aside.
“Do you want to know what my plans are?” He spread my hands and my bent legs, then ran a hand up my calf, raising my hair there.
I stretched; anticipation building in my gut. “Surprise me. But I assume the dessert will be involved.”
Spiro’s lips quirked. “Can you stay still on the table?”
I mulled that over. “I can’t promise that.”
“Then I’ll secure you to it. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Then I won’t have to focus on not moving.”
He bent over to retrieve something from the basket, giving me a full view of his round ass cheeks and muscled thighs. If heturned his legs into tentacles to swim for hours or days in the ocean, no wonder he was so ripped.
Spiro emerged with a set of four pairs of padded leather cuffs connected with a chain and proceeded to attach them to the legs of the table. He wrapped one around my wrist and tightened it.
“How does this feel?”
I rattled the chain, then tugged on it. The restraints stopped me from moving my hand more than a few inches, but didn’t dig into my skin.
“I like it.” I wiggled my bum and offered my other wrist.
“What’s your safeword?” With my hands bound, Spiro did the same to my ankles.
“Strawberry.”
“Good. I’ll stop at red, yellow, or if you tell me to slow down, okay?” He caressed the top of my foot, then tickled the sole.
I yelped and pulled it, giggling. Except it only moved a little until I had to set it down on the table. “Yes, Chef.”
“What’s your color?”
I tugged on all restraints, and my stomach flooded with arousal mixed with panic. What if I wanted to run? I looked at my hand and noticed that the cuff was loose enough for me to wiggle out of it. Then I glanced at Spiro, standing to the side with an open expression as if waiting for me to say no. But both of his cocks were hard and glistening with pre-cum already. His eyes glowed soft red whenever he was deeply aroused. Now, he definitely was.
And just like that, any second thoughts evaporated, and I spread my knees wider. “Green.”
Spiro swallowed audibly and approached the table in two quick strides. He took my lips in a gentle but demanding kiss, his tongue tracing mine, his breath becoming my own.
I moaned, frustrated that I couldn’t slide my fingers into his hair, or wrap my legs around his waist. I rattled the chains.
Kaos’s evil chuckle vibrated against my lips before he pulled away. “Are you still okay with the restraints?”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “Yes.”
He zapped my thigh with a tiny dose of electrical spark.
I gasped at the tingly sensation, then purred as the hair on my leg rose. “More,” I whispered.
“I didn’t hear that.”
Bullshit. Of course, he did. “Please.”
