And that’s the danger.
I pull back, searching for control. Of the night. Of myself. Of whatever this is becoming.
“I want you cuffed,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. “Tied up. Spread open for me to touch. To taste. To fuck.”
Her breath hitches. “You mean like BDSM?” she asks, wariness poking through her arousal.
“I wouldn’t call it that.”
“Then what would you call it? ’Cause I’m not a submissive, and I don’t want to be.”
“You’ve surrendered to me before. I’m asking for that same thing tonight. You, choosing to give in… to trust me again with your pleasure.”
“And what about you, Dice?” Her voice drops, low, seductive. Challenging. “Will you give up control for trust?”
“You already have control, Lot. You bring me to my fucking knees.”
She shakes her head. “That’s not the same as trust. I’ve trusted you with anal play. With the app. I’ve opened up to you. And now you want more without giving anything back.”
Does she really not see it? That I’m already stripped. Exposed. Laid the fuck bare.
“I would never ask you to give anything you’re not willing to give.”
“Show me the cuffs.”
I cross to the closet and pull down the black bag. Unzipping it, I take out the restraints. Black. soft. Six padded pairs: wrist, thigh, and ankle. A tethering strap. Silk blindfold.
Her eyes go wide. “I’ve never been blindfolded or restrained like that before.”
“Turn-on, turn-off… curious?” I dangle the cuffs between us.
She bites her bottom lip. “Not gonna lie. It looks a little intimidating. But knowing you’ll make it good is definitely turning me on.”
Her words gut me. “I’ll take care of you, Lot. Use your safe word at any time, and we stop.”
She nods. “Then I want something after.”
“After what?”
“After you take me. Carte blanche.”
I don’t know what she’s going to ask me for. I only know I’d give her anything she wants.
I put the cuffs down, step closer, and begin to slowly undress her, kissing every new patch of skin I expose. She’s shivering already, and I haven’t even started.
I guide her to the bed. “Lie down for me.”
She holds my gaze as she eases back, locs spilling over the pillow, her chest rising and falling, nipples stiff and aching. That red polish on her toes gleams wickedly under the light.
I lift one of her wrists and kiss the inside before fastening the cuff around it. “You okay?”
She nods once, breathless. “Yeah.”
I do the other wrist with as much care. Then her thighs, saving the ankle cuffs for another time, and set the blindfold aside. I use the straps to tether each thigh restraint to each wrist, gently pulling her knees up and open and securing them. There’s enough tension to remind her she’s given me full access. Full trust.
I stand to look at her.
Fuck.
