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“Stay right like this,” he instructed, leaning over.

She wasn’t surprised when he grabbed a spreader bar.With two quick clicks he locked each end of the bar to one of her thigh cuffs.Laney tried to close her legs, reveling in the fact that it was impossible.Until he released her, she had no choice but to keep her legs spread, her pussy visible and vulnerable.

“Lie back.”

He cradled the back of her head as she lay down.The nipple clamps went from a pleasurable pinch to slightly more painful once she was down.

Peter gently guided her wrists above her head.

“Look what I found.To match the plug.”He held up a pair of pink padded cuffs.

“Pink, Sir?”

Peter buckled the first one around her wrist.“All brats like pink.It’s science.”

Laney tipped her head back, looking at him upside down as he fastened the second cuff.

“I don’t think that’s factually accurate.”

“It is.The same way seventy percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.”

Laney laughed, the bells on her nipples jingling merrily.

Peter kissed her forehead.“Now, lift your knees.”

It was surprisingly hard to lift her feet off the ground with the spreader bar between her thighs.Her abdominal muscles strained, and she silently vowed to do more core workouts.Peter leaned over her to grab the bar, pulling it towards him until her knees were in line with her tits.

His bare chest hovered over her face.Laney wanted, needed, to taste him.Lifting her head, she pressed a kiss to his pec, then licked him with a long, slow swipe of her tongue.

Peter shivered, groaning.

Hearing that, knowing the effect she had on him, made her feel powerful.Made her feel sexy.Made her feel like he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.

“Stop distracting me, you naughty girl,” he scolded.

“But I wanted to lick you.”

“I’m questioning why I didn’t give you something else to lick before we started this.”He gestured at her body, with the hand not holding onto the spreader bar.

Laney pursed her lips.“Is it your cock?Were you going to let me lick your cock?”

“Damn, it was going to be a surprise.”He heaved a sigh.“It was.It was my cock.”

Laney laughed, and he chuckled along with her, even as he hooked a thin chain to the ring on the end of the spreader bar.He pulled the chain taut, fastening it to the anchor point on the leg of the ottoman, then repeated the action on the other side.There was a tug on the cuffs as he fastened them to the ottoman too.

Laney was no longer laughing, the amusement smothered under arousal and submissive need.

She was on her back, arms above her head and restrained, her legs raised and spread.She felt intensely vulnerable and exposed like this, the position giving him access to her sex and ass.

Laney whimpered and pulled against the restraints, legs straining.

“No,” he said softly.“You’ll stay like this so I can take care of that pretty pussy.”

While that sounded promising, surely he could have played with her sex without putting her in a position that would have made a gynecologist happy.

“Unless you need to stop?”

Laney whimpered some more, twisting and wriggling as the bells on her nipples chimed restlessly.

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