Page 103 of The Broker

“Can I ask you something?” I said while grasping the bottom of her shirt and urging it up.

She lifted her arms, and her pretty blonde hair splashed around her shoulders as I pulled her top off. She wore the same black bra from our first night together all those months ago.

“Oh, shit,” I commented. “I think this one’s my favorite.”

“Is it?” She laughed as she clenched fistfuls of my shirt, dragging it upward. “What do you want to ask me?”

My pulse quickened, but I did my best not to show it. I focused on getting her out of her shorts next and kept my tone casual. “What’s your stance on being tied up? Like, say I wanted to do that and,” I put emphasis on it, “playwith you.”

Her expression shifted. This was how I expected her to look whenever she found out one of her videos had gone viral. Her smile was wide, but she pulled it back into mock seriousness. “I’d say my stance is very pro ‘being tied up.’”

“Good.” I’d been fairly confident she was going to give me ayes, but the confirmation was still really fucking nice to hear, and I was thrilled she trusted me enough to try it.

She stayed still, up on her knees on the edge of my bed, as I undid the zipper of her shorts and pushed them down over her hips. When she sat to the side to take them the rest of the way off, I strode to the nightstand and tugged open the top drawer.

Her gaze followed me as I did it, and she said nothing when I pulled out two pairs of leather cuffs, dropping them one-by-one onto the mattress beside her with quiet thuds.

But I heard her sharp intake of breath, and the atmosphere in the room began to thicken.

“Okay?” I asked.

Her gaze traced the thick, leather cuffs that were held closed by silver buckles and had a ring dangling from the center. Her focus lifted to me, a sexy smile tilted her lips, and she offered her wrists to me.

Well.

That waswayhotter than I expected it to be.

I picked up one of the cuffs, holding it for her to slide her wrist through, then tightened the buckle.One down, three to go.

It didn’t take long to get the rest done, and I liked how she waited silently and patiently for me to do it, as if she were trying so hard to be a good girl.

I motioned toward the pillows. “Lie down. Center of the bed.”

My satin comforter rustled as she slid across it, pulling one of the pillows to the center so she could rest her head on it. While she got into position, I lifted the corner of the comforter, bent, and reached between the mattress and the box spring. I found what I was looking for immediately and pulled out the black strap I’d tucked there earlier today. There were four straps in the restraint system that I’d secured to my bed frame, and each had a sliding clip dangling from its end.

She made a soft sound of amusement. “Funny. I never noticed that whenever I was making this bed.”

“It’s new.”

I clipped the strap onto the ring at her wrist, strolled to the foot of the bed, and hooked a finger in the ring on her ankle cuff. I gave it a jerk, pulling her leg toward me as I found the second strap and attached it.

Her gaze followed me as I walked around the end of the bed and repeated the action with her other ankle. I left her wrist for last, giving her a few more moments of freedom before clipping her in. And just for fun, I gave this strap an unnecessary tug, pretending to test its strength, before giving her satisfied look.

“I bought this restraint system for you,” I said and began my journey back around the bed to my nightstand. “Along with this.”

I reached into the open drawer and retrieved the vibrator, holding it up for her to see. It was a simple wand type, cordless and wrapped in black silicone. It was such a simple thing, and yet I found it sexy as hell.

“I finished charging it this morning,” I added.

It was dropped to the mattress beside her, and although the squirm of delight she made was subtle, it gave me a ton of pleasure. I fucking loved how she looked with the black cuffswrapped around her, trapped in my bed and at my mercy. The only thing that could possibly make this better would be if she’d had on that black choker she’d worn with her maid costume.

The one that had looked like a collar.

Maybe next time.

I took a beat, just letting her wait impatiently for me to do something.

Anything.

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