Matthew gives a final wave to our friends and shuts the door to the limo, leaning back beside me and gathers me to him even though we’re both swallowed up by the fabric of my gown. “Hello, wife,” he says in my ear.
“Hello, husband.” I close my eyes, resting my head against his chest.
“Are you ready to play?”
I laugh a little. “I’ll be honest, Sir, I am very tired.”
“I would have thought that after a week you’d be more than ready for me to have my way with you.” His hand tightens on my waist, and I his words sink in.
“That depends, Sir,” I say. “Are you planning on teasing me some more?”
“I always tease you.”
“You know what I mean.”
Matthew smiles, taking my mouth in a kiss that absolutely sets me on fire. “I haven’t built up this much anticipation for nothing, sub.”
“How long till we get home?”
It doesn’t matter, I’m very occupied until we get there, Matthew kissing me like I’m oxygen and he’s suffocating. When we pull up to the house I’m dazed and aroused and Matthew has to lead me from the car. We don’t go to our bedroom; we go straight to the playroom.
A large metal frame stands in the middle of the room, and it’s not lost on me that there are plenty of points for restraints. “That’s new.”
Matthew shoots me a look, and I drop my gaze. In this room, we’re in protocol, always. Which means I have too many clothes on. I turn, and Matthew helps unfasten my dress. I leave the corset on, because I don’t know what he has planned. Anticipation is growing in my gut, and I’m already wet just thinking about it.
He’s barely going to have to touch for me to come. I’m so on edge that almost anything will do it. I’m suddenly aware of my new collar, just tight enough to remind me who I am and who Matthew is. I run my finger along it, feeling the tiny ridges of the design, but I don’t look up.
There’s the sounds of metal on metal, and then some rustling, and soon, Matthew’s feet appear in front of me. “Stand, Emma, and hold out your wrists.”
I’m used to being cuffed, but these aren’t just cuffs. These are almost like leather mittens. I’ve seen them used, but we’ve never played with them. It fits snuggly around my fingers while I make a loose fist, and Matthew hands me a ball to hold in my right hand before he straps on the other mitten. As soon as Matthew finishes I understand why they’re used. I can’t use my fingers. My feeling of vulnerability and helplessness doubles. I squeeze the ball, and it makes a high pitched squeaking sound.
Matthew’s mouth tips up into a half-smile, but he doesn’t tell me what it’s for yet. He will, but not until he’s ready. Guiding me to the frame, he locks my cuffs to the outer corners, and I subtly try to move my hands while he cuffs my ankles and locks them to the bottom corners of the frame. I can’t move, but he goes one step further, attaching a bar between my ankles so I can’t even try to close my legs. Heat rolls through me, and there’s a surge of wetness in my pussy. Every choice he takes away, every movement he restricts turns me on.
As if he’s reading my mind, Matthew runs his fingers through my pussy and grins. “Waiting was a good idea. You’re dripping. Maybe we should do more chastity play if it’s going to turn you on this much.”
I almost have to bite my lips to keep from telling him that no, that’s not a good idea. Later, when we’re not in this room, I’ll be able to talk to him about that. But here I say, “Yes, Sir.”
“I have good news and bad news, Emma.”
“Sir?”
He’s standing in front of me, and he idly strokes a finger around my nipple as he speaks. “For the rest of the night, you can come whenever you want. You don’t have to ask permission.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“The bad news is that I’m going to deprive your senses.”
There’s a sinking in my gut, and I’m not sure what it means. I’m not afraid, but I also know that Matthew is creative, and if he can find a way to draw out the pleasure, to make sure I know that he’s in charge, he’ll do it.
“That little ball that’s in your hand,” he says. “For tonight, that’s your safeword. Squeeze it for me?”
I do, and it’s a shrill sound.
“I’m going to blindfold you. I’m going to gag you. You’ll be wearing noise-cancelling headphones.”
I feel my eyes widen. “Why, Sir?”
Matthew cups my face, kisses me, and I try to sway my body towards him, to feel more of it, but I can’t because of the way I’m bound. “You know why,” he says. “Because when you deprive your senses the others are heightened. And because you’re offering your trust in me.”