she felt a thrill of pleasure course through her. Maybe she could stay in control and still act submissive. When she felt Dominic’s lips press oh-so-softly against hers, she wound her arms around his neck in glee. Arching up into him, she pressed her breasts into his warm chest.
Vaguely, she noted his hands fisted and thrust under the pillows near her head.
“Now, now, little Mary. Did I tell you to move your arms?”
Mary groaned at the removal of his warm, soft lips. She lifted up, determined to kiss him just one more time, but Dominic backed away.
“For that, I think a punishment is deserved.”
Mary frowned.
“Punishment? I don’t do pain, Dom. Not for you, not for anyone.”
“Who said anything about pain, love? I was thinking more of delayed pleasure.”
Mary blinked as he pulled out a satin scarf from under the pillow.
“Uh…”
“Tit-for-tat, love. I have a few questions I must answer before I let myself go and forget everything in your delightful body.”
Mary blushed slightly, but removed her arms from his neck. She might have forgotten to ask what was on her mind, yet it didn’t appear Dominic would have the same problem.
Seeing the amusement in his eyes, Mary firmly resolved not to be so besotted next time. For now, she could answer his questions, and hope he could rebuild the all-consuming fire that moments ago had been burning inside her. For her part, once Dominic had had his fun, the tables would turn once more.
Mary pressed her lips together to stop the pout she could feel forming. Next time she would ask questions first, and take her pleasure second. Let’s see how the big stud felt when it was her turn to give him a little “delayed pleasure”!
Annoying beast , she huffed silently to herself as she deigned to let him tie her wrists in the silky scarf and attach her to his headboard.
Chapter Eight
Taking surprising care, Dominic began to wrap the length of silk around Mary’s wrists. After instructing her to hold onto the metal bed frame, he wound the length in a cross fashion around her wrists, taking particular care not to cut off her circulation. Now knowing how long this particular fantasy might take for him to play out, her care and wellbeing was utmost in his mind.
Having never actually played serious bondage games before, Dominic felt his excitement rise a little, even as a part of his brain wondered at his sanity. This was something new, something fresh. Yet it also was something that before tonight he had only idly wondered about, not felt this burning need to try.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out how these sorts of games were played, yet it brought a thrill to his chest, and more importantly his cock, to be so fully in control of his partner. He found it amusing that Fate had played him such tonight.
He had been determined to try and find a woman to pick up, with whom he felt even a modicum of curiosity about, and to begin his dabbling with such games tonight. Seconds after smelling and finding Mary, he knew he not only had incredible luck in having her arrive tonight, but also his urgent demanding desire to attempt such games with her burned and throbbed inside him.
He couldn’t believe his luck when he had not only found Mary, but found such a desirable, delicious bed and play partner for the night.
The physical reaction Mary showed him proved she wasn’t entirely opposed to this game either. There was a very faint flush over her chest, her nipples looked painfully hard. Her eyes had that half-glazed look most women got when seriously aroused. Her cheeks were flushed and the very faintest sheen of sweat shone on her forehead.
Oh yeah, Mary was hot. Dominic rested above her, his weight distributed on his arms and legs as he crouched above her. Taking his own sweet time, he closed his eyes. Surprised, he found his mouth watering in anticipation.
Giving himself a minute, he let his senses adjust to the lack of visual stimulation. When his
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