“Are you?” I challenge, arching a brow.
His grin grows wide. “Always.”
Every step toward my bed sends my pulse higher. Along the way, Charlie loses the coat, leaving him in a black shirt and pants.The tie is already gone, his collar devilishly open, his bare skin beckoning me.
He takes his time stripping me out of my clothes and underwear, keeping his touch light. I bite back my impatience and wait for his next move.
He has a plan for tonight, and I do love a good plan.
A thrill rushes through me when he pulls fabric cuffs from his bag.
There are four, two more than I’ve used before, and I’m saying “please” before he can even ask.
“All of them?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Naughty girl,” he teases with a wink. “Lie down.”
It takes all my self-control not to scramble onto the bed, but I do as he asks.
The cuffs are infinitely soft, gliding like crushed velvet over my wrists, igniting sparks beneath my skin. He’s firm and methodical as he straps me in, my arms and legs stretched out, taut but not pulled, bound to each corner of the bed frame.
It’s perfect.
He stands, taking in the sight of me, growling the way his car does. “Fuck, Emma. Just look at you.”
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
“You should be doing more than just looking at me,” I say, chest heaving with anticipation.
“Bossy. Would you like to take over?”
I almost say yes.
But I want to see what he has in store. “No, that’s not… Please, Charlie.”
“I’m going to take care of you. Say no anytime, and we stop.”
I nod.
“I told you I had a plan, and it’s this.” He holds his phone in one hand and a pair of headphones in the other. “Now, you sent me a spicy little audio clip last night. Do you remember?”
My mouth runs dry. “Yes.”
“You sounded so good coming for me. Do you know what I did?”
“Tell me,” I plead.
“I filmed myself getting off while I listened to it.”
Oh, fuck.
I squirm in pleasure, whimpering as my pussy clenches in the cool air.
“Is that something you want to hear?”
God, yes. Why haven’t I ever thought of this before? “Please.”