I obeyed and looked down at my ample breasts, my nipples bound between the black vinyl clamps. And oh my God, my pleasure increased tenfold. I had no idea the visual could be so stimulating.
“Oh my God, Talon. It is beautiful, isn’t it?”
His eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed over. “So beautiful, blue eyes. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I was ready for him. “I’m wet, Talon. So wet for you. Will you fuck me now? Please?”
He stood before me, a beautiful god, still fully clothed. “Not yet, blue eyes. But I can give you a little bit of relief.” He removed my thong and inserted two fingers into my wet cunt.
I snapped around him, spasming, convulsing, milking those two fingers. The orgasm coursed through me, all the way up to my breasts, spiraling around to my nipples that were still clamped and so full of pleasure.
“Talon! Talon! God, so good.”
“That’s it, baby. Come. Come for me. Come all over my fingers. Show me how much I turn you on.”
I continued groaning, finally coming down from my orgasmic high.
When I finally opened my eyes, Talon stood over me, a beautiful blur of brown hair, scorching black eyes, and golden skin, but damn it, he still had clothes on.
“Talon, please, get naked. I need you.”
His lips curved up to the left. “In good time, blue eyes.”
He walked back to the dresser and came back again with more goodies. Were those…?
“Recognize these?”
They weren’t anything I had seen from him before, but I knew what they were. Handcuffs. Two pairs.
“These aren’t run-of-the-mill toys either. These are real. Solid steel, the kind the cops use.”
Shivers shot through me. What would he do with them? I couldn’t wait to find out.
“Grab the bars of the headboard, blue eyes.”
It never occurred to me to question his demands. I obeyed, and within seconds, he handcuffed me to the bed.
“Are you doing okay with the clamps?”
I closed my eyes and nodded.
“Verbal,” he reminded me.
“Yes.”
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“Remember your safe word?”
“Yes,” I said again.
“Use it if this gets to be too much, all right, baby?”
“Yes,” I said for the third time.
He walked back over to the dresser and came back with a red bandanna. “This isn’t as soft as your silk scarf from the other night, but it will work.” He folded it and tied it over my eyes. “Everything all right, baby?”
I nodded.