Chapter 44

He makes light work of moving back on top of me, his damp body acting like a sensual distraction, cold and wet against my warm and dry. Moving up the bed, he pulls one of my wrists toward him. He slowly straps on one of the wide, padded leather cuffs with a Velcro fastening. I wouldn’t be able to get my hand out unaided. He takes my other hand and does the same, slowly and deliberately, watching my face for signs of disapproval. When he has them on, he moves down my body with kisses, licks, and nibbles, making me groan. I close my eyes as I lie on the bed, relaxing, letting him take control, and enjoying every delectable sensation. Finally, with the same slow, deliberate movements, he puts one on each ankle amid a flurry of gentle kisses and soft caresses, watching me for signs of refusal.

He kneels over me, picks up the straps, and clips them to the long lengths of metal rings on each cuff that trail down the bed. They remind me of horse leads.

“You sure about this?” He