Page 55 of Until I Own You

“On the bed. Now.”

I release her, and she is quick in her high heels, close to tripping up the two stairs to the platform the bed sits on.

She crawls onto the bed, her ass in the air, and then lays in the center of it.

Unlike her hurriedness, I take my time striding over, twirling the cuffs in my hands. “Restraint is a form of control. Not everyone likes it. Not everyone can handle it.” I approach the side of the bed. “I’d like to try these on you. I’m only asking this time, because you didn’t set it as a limit, but I want to make sure just the same.”

Bridget looks even better lying down. Christ almighty.

“So, pet, if you agree, arms up.”

She rests her arms over her head on the bed.

“Good girl,” I coo.

Bridget bites her lip. I wonder if it is to keep from moaning or smiling.

“You don’t have to hold back.” I sit at the edge of the bed. “Unless you’re being a brat. Then I’ll punish you for that. Clear?”

“Clear, Sir,” she says.

I run a hand up the length of her arm, then wrap a cuff around her wrist, connecting it to the bed frame that has been crafted for the exact purposes of BDSM.

There are hooks and loops for whatever one might need for restraining, swinging, straddling. The list goes on.

“Comfortable?” I test how tight they are by fitting my pinky finger between the cuff and her wrist. I want her restrained, not hurt.

Bridget rolls her wrist around. “Yes, Sir.”

I nod and move to the other side of the bed and cuff her other wrist, repeating the process.

“Color, pet?”

“Green, Sir.”

With both her arms over her head, her body is stretched and long, a masterpiece waiting to be birthed. A canvas to paint as I please. Clay to mold to my will.

However, this scene is not about me. It’s about her.

“I realize you might have expectations about what should be happening or what should have happened by now, especially since you’ve watched so many scenes, but think of it like I’m taking your temperature,” I say. “I want to know where your strengths and weaknesses are so we can both enjoy as much as possible. We have all the time in the world, so I want to take my time and make this right.”

Bridget’s chest rises and falls, her breasts begging to be touched.

“Does that make sense, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I climb onto the bed and straddle her, then press my palms into the mattress by her head. “So, before we really begin, we have two punishable offenses to deal with… if I remember correctly.”

Bridget seals her lips together, eyes wide. Pupils dilated. Body open.

She is enjoying this.

What I would like to do is kiss her senseless. However, punishments must be doled out.

I dismount her. “Roll your legs to the side, sub.”

Bridget follows directions, exposing her barely clothed rear.

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