smirked at her, and she laughed. “Stay right there, and I"ll be back.”
“Stay right here?” She pointed to where she stood. “As in right here?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I can see I"m going to have trouble with you.” He left without answering the question, and she moved to the bookcase to examine the artifacts she found there. Bowls, vases, and little broken pieces of pottery filled the shelves. She wondered what the broken pieces had been before they"d become pieces. Obviously these were genuine artifacts.
“You moved.”
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“You didn"t say I couldn"t.” She innocently batted her eyes at him. “Or is it not a
„Maddox says" type game? Maddox says drop to your knees; Maddox says stay in place.”
“Maddox says somebody needs her little butt whipped.”
“Oh yes, spank me.” The look he gave her made her swallow anything else she"d planned to say to make it seem like a joke. “Sorry.”
“What did I say about sorry?”
“Right, just learn.”
“Exactly.” He set a few items on the end table before going to the kitchen. She studied what he"d put down. A slender silver chain wrapped in a coil, a few condoms, and lube. Did he mean to fuck her in the ass tonight? She hadn"t expected that so soon.
Maybe that was a way for him to assert his dominance over her, bend her over and take her in the most private of places. He"d already had his finger there, after all. Or maybe he was trying to psych her out and make her think that was what he had in mind.
Either way it kept her a little on edge.
He returned carrying a tall bar stool with a ladder-back and placed it in front of the couch. “Sit here.”
“For someone who was worried about being arrested for having me get naked in a car, you sure seem to like the idea of others watching. The sliding glass door is right next to the couch. The blind is open, and anyone could see inside.”
“I"m in my home now and can do what I want. Right now, what I want is to have a naked woman sitting on a bar stool.” He shrugged. “Plus, as you pointed out, this isn"t New York. For someone to see in that window, they"d have to be in my backyard.”
“Works for me.” She sauntered toward him and hopped onto the chair. “Are you going to fuck me anytime soon? Because I"m getting sort of impatient.”
“What a shame.” He stepped forward. “Spread your legs so that one is on either side of the chair, then lift your feet to the rungs. After that, reach behind you and grab the slats of the chair back.”
Excitement coursed through her as she followed his instructions. The position pushed her breasts out and left her pussy bare for his inspection.
He looked her over, nodded his approval, then reached for the silver chain he"d set on the table. When he held it up, it became obvious to her it was several small chains instead of one long one. He knelt down, tying one end of the chain to one ankle before threading it around the chair legs and tying it off around the other.
He stood, stepped behind her, and tied her wrists together, then secured them to the chair slats.
The chains felt cool and sensual against her skin. “Not exactly strong material to use for bondage.”
In response, he held up another length of chain and, with one swift move, attached the chain to her clit ring.
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One gentle tug sent the key chain still on the ring jingling against her wet folds.
Clarissa pulled against her restraints. For a minute she thought the chair would topple, and she gasped. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, the chain pulling her ring up.
“Easy, just relax.”
“I"m a little large for this stool.” Clarissa"s chest heaved with her words, her breasts moving up and down rapidly. “I think I might tumble, and I"m not exactly Olympic material to land a perfect dismount.”
“You"re going to be just fine.” He stroked her temple. “I won"t let you fall; plus this chair is very sturdy. This is how I
“Stay right here?” She pointed to where she stood. “As in right here?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I can see I"m going to have trouble with you.” He left without answering the question, and she moved to the bookcase to examine the artifacts she found there. Bowls, vases, and little broken pieces of pottery filled the shelves. She wondered what the broken pieces had been before they"d become pieces. Obviously these were genuine artifacts.
“You moved.”
Desert Surrender
35
“You didn"t say I couldn"t.” She innocently batted her eyes at him. “Or is it not a
„Maddox says" type game? Maddox says drop to your knees; Maddox says stay in place.”
“Maddox says somebody needs her little butt whipped.”
“Oh yes, spank me.” The look he gave her made her swallow anything else she"d planned to say to make it seem like a joke. “Sorry.”
“What did I say about sorry?”
“Right, just learn.”
“Exactly.” He set a few items on the end table before going to the kitchen. She studied what he"d put down. A slender silver chain wrapped in a coil, a few condoms, and lube. Did he mean to fuck her in the ass tonight? She hadn"t expected that so soon.
Maybe that was a way for him to assert his dominance over her, bend her over and take her in the most private of places. He"d already had his finger there, after all. Or maybe he was trying to psych her out and make her think that was what he had in mind.
Either way it kept her a little on edge.
He returned carrying a tall bar stool with a ladder-back and placed it in front of the couch. “Sit here.”
“For someone who was worried about being arrested for having me get naked in a car, you sure seem to like the idea of others watching. The sliding glass door is right next to the couch. The blind is open, and anyone could see inside.”
“I"m in my home now and can do what I want. Right now, what I want is to have a naked woman sitting on a bar stool.” He shrugged. “Plus, as you pointed out, this isn"t New York. For someone to see in that window, they"d have to be in my backyard.”
“Works for me.” She sauntered toward him and hopped onto the chair. “Are you going to fuck me anytime soon? Because I"m getting sort of impatient.”
“What a shame.” He stepped forward. “Spread your legs so that one is on either side of the chair, then lift your feet to the rungs. After that, reach behind you and grab the slats of the chair back.”
Excitement coursed through her as she followed his instructions. The position pushed her breasts out and left her pussy bare for his inspection.
He looked her over, nodded his approval, then reached for the silver chain he"d set on the table. When he held it up, it became obvious to her it was several small chains instead of one long one. He knelt down, tying one end of the chain to one ankle before threading it around the chair legs and tying it off around the other.
He stood, stepped behind her, and tied her wrists together, then secured them to the chair slats.
The chains felt cool and sensual against her skin. “Not exactly strong material to use for bondage.”
In response, he held up another length of chain and, with one swift move, attached the chain to her clit ring.
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One gentle tug sent the key chain still on the ring jingling against her wet folds.
Clarissa pulled against her restraints. For a minute she thought the chair would topple, and she gasped. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, the chain pulling her ring up.
“Easy, just relax.”
“I"m a little large for this stool.” Clarissa"s chest heaved with her words, her breasts moving up and down rapidly. “I think I might tumble, and I"m not exactly Olympic material to land a perfect dismount.”
“You"re going to be just fine.” He stroked her temple. “I won"t let you fall; plus this chair is very sturdy. This is how I
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