Page 135 of Torrid Passion
“Are we talking handcuffs?”
“You’re open to this?”
“With you? Absolutely,” she says in a sultry voice that makes my balls tighten.
Her answer is so definite. So certain.
“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
I run upstairs and run back down.
When I enter the living room, I freeze. “You’re already naked?”
Triumph shines bright in her eyes. “You promised kinky. I’m ready.”
She’s practically dancing with anticipation.
I press my lips together, trying not to laugh.
“And I intend on keeping that promise.”
She folds her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes drop to my hands.
“What are those for?”
“At Dark Compulsion, Larkin supplies everything you need for an evening of naughty pleasure. Since I’ve never brought a woman here, I don’t have toys at my place.” Her grin is wide. “For this impromptu kinky play, I had to improvise,” I say lifting one of my silk ties to eye level. “And this is to make it more comfortable for you.” I drop the pillow I’m holding on the wooden floor.
She cocks an eyebrow, delight veiling her gaze.
“Kneel,” I order.
She drops to her knees obediently.
“Good girl,” I say.
I pull her hands behind her back and wrap the silk tie around her wrists.
“Wiggle your arms.”
She does.
“Fist your hands a few times.”
She obeys.
“Is it too tight?”
“No. It’s fine,” she says.
“You’re sure nothing hurts?”
She gives me a firm nod. “I am.”
“Good.”
“You’ve done this before?” she asks.
“Yeah. I have.”
