Page 5 of New Year's Eve

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Ellie

I leaponto the bed a second before Gavin stalks in. He sees me, but he doesn’t acknowledge me.

Instead, he pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks the vintage style padlock on the antique chest at the end of our bed.

Such an innocent looking piece of furniture. So carefully staged to look like that lock is purely decorative.

My heart speeds up as Gavin lifts the lid. He means to really play tonight and I can’t wait to see what he has in store.

He removes coils of black silk rope—the same rope he tied me up with that afternoon with Lachlan—and tosses it on the bed. The velcro cuffs come next. My pussy clenches with the memory of that day.

I know there will never be a repeat of that particular performance, and I wouldn’t want one, but I’m all for reliving it in a private, dirty way, just the two of us.

Gavin closes the chest and spins around to face me.

“Instead of spanking you, Sprite, I think your punishment should be something…different. I hope you aren’t too attached to that dress,” he says as he holds up a pair of safety scissors.

It is a nice dress, but I got it on sale and someone spilled wine on it earlier. And nothing tops the thrill of being cut out of it. Besides, I can always use the material to make some nice throw cushions or something. I give him an innocent look. “No, not overly attached, but maybe you could cut along a seam so it is somewhat salvageable?”

Gavin chuckles as he climbs onto the bed with me. “That can be arranged.”

I hold perfectly still as he slides the shears up from the bottom of my dress, tearing through the silk like a hot knife through butter.

The fabric falls away, leaving me in stockings and lingerie.

There’s a glint in his eye as he snips the sides of my panties, then tosses them to the floor.

“I think we’ll leave the garter belt and stockings for now,” he says as he manhandles me, rolling me to one side, then the other so he can toss the dress in the same direction as my destroyed panties. Then he picks up a cuff fastens it around my wrist. He walks around the bed, attaching cuffs to my ankles, and finally the other wrist.

He leans down and claims my lips in a long, slow, lingering kiss, then returns to the foot of the bed and picks up a coil of rope.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

It’s fascinating to watch him work. There was so much more going on the last time he tied me up to this bed, and I didn’t pay much attention to the details.

The end of the rope goes through the ring on my ankle cuff and he slides it until the two ends are even.

He crosses the rope, then wraps it once around the post, pulling my leg a little further to the edge before moving to the head of the bed. He slips one end of the rope into the ring on my wrist cuff and then crosses both ends around the post at the head of the bed, pulling my arm up and out before tying it off.

He grabs another coil of rope and repeats the whole process on the other side, then shoots me a feral grin. “Let me know right away if you feel any tingling or numbness.”

I take a deep breath and nod. “Yes, Sir.”

I love this. We don't get to do it nearly enough, and I'm glad he planned this for tonight.

He undresses quickly and joins me on the bed. "What did we learn about keeping secrets, Sprite?"

"I'm not sure. That they're good fun?"

He laughs and kisses me again. "I'm glad I heard it from Max. Thank you. This time."

"I know," I whisper against his lips. "I would have told you if I thought..."

He nods. I don't need to finish my sentence there.

Besides, we have dirtier things to get to. He moves back, running his hands down my body and over my quivering thighs.

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