Page 80 of Texting the Wrong Bikers

Her eyes widen with what I hope is excitement and curiosity as I walk toward the bookcase that hides my playroom behind it. The bookcase door slides open, revealing the small room behind it. “It was once a walk-in wardrobe, but I repurposed it,” I explain as she tentatively steps inside, looking around. Somehow, the fact that I didn’t build it makes it feel less sinister. At least I hope so.

Sadie’s fingers trace the leather swing, which creaks and rocks gently. The sight of her in here alone is enough to make my cock stir. She moves to the display cases where the various toys, ropes, and bindings are. Her gaze lingers briefly on each one before moving to the next. She pauses at the large X-shaped wooden cross against the wall, looking at the wrist and ankle ties. Next, she moves to the small bed, which is similarly equipped with ties that can bind a person in multiple positions. Finally, she sits on the strange, bendy-shaped sex couch, ideal for bending someone over it, and looks at me.

“So, that’s it? You’re into bondage?” The corner of her mouth quirks upward as she suppresses a smile.

It takes me a moment to register what she’s said. I had been preparing for shock, disgust, fear, but not amusement. “Oh, you’ve been with lots of guys with sex dungeons dedicated to BDSM, have you?”

She laughs now, covering her mouth. “No, I haven’t. But I’ve read Fifty Shades of Grey. BDSM isn’t exactly the scandalizing taboo thing it once was.”

I’m rendered speechless. She’s right, of course, but most women are at least a little intimidated by the idea of extreme BDSM.

“Sorry.” She shakes her head, giggling again. “But you should see your face.”

“I’m glad you find this so amusing.”

She holds up her hand. “I’m not teasing you, I swear. I was just worried that it was going to be something… I don’t know, worse?”

I lower my voice, wanting her to understand how serious I am. “Sadie, I’m not just into a bit of light bondage, silk ties, and blindfolds. My tastes are somewhat extreme.”

She nods. “I can see that. But it doesn’t scare me. Quite the opposite, actually,” she says, standing up to move closer to me.

Her presence intoxicates me. It’s even more overwhelming in this room. I take a breath, wanting to make sure I explain myself without scaring the hell out of her. “Sadie, for me, it’s different. This isn’t just some fun experiment that we can stop if you don’t like it. If you agree to do this with me now, you’ll be mine. Ours, the four of us, if you want it. There will be no going back to the way things were before.”

“What, you want me to sign some sort of contract like in the movie?” Her laugh is a little more nervous now.

“Exactly.”

She blinks. “Oh.” She considers the implication for a moment. “So, if we do this now, you want me to sign something that says I’m what? Your property?”

“No, of course not. You are your own woman, your own person, you’ll still have autonomy and control over most aspects of your life.”

She visibly relaxes. “So what does it mean?”

“It means you’ll be my old lady. Our old lady. In our world that means something.” I try to lighten it a little. “We can include some fun sex slave bits too, though, and the guys will sign too, if you want us all. We’ll be loyal to you and you alone.”

“Jesus, Chief. This is a big deal.”

“I know. It’s okay if it’s not what you want.”

She runs her hands through her hair. “I don’t know. I think I do… It’s just a bit sudden. We haven’t even, you know…” I give her a moment to think. “Do I have to sign right now? Can’t I take some time to think about it?”

“Of course you can.” I move to leave the room.

When I turn back, aware she isn’t following, my jaw drops to the floor. She’s slipped her dress from her shoulders. I knew from the way her nipples poked against the fabric, driving me insane all night, that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I had already removed her panties, so now she stands bared before me in all her glory.

Holy shit. I’m screwed.

She crooks her finger at me. “That doesn’t mean you can show me exactly what I’m signing up for, does it?”

I want to tell her that that’s exactly what it should mean. But the words die in my throat. Drawn by an invisible string, I walk toward her in a daze, peeling my jacket off and dropping it to the floor as I go.

“Where do you want me first?” she asks, and my cock stands to attention.

I’m meant to be the one in control, yet somehow, she’s rendered me helpless against her. I’d planned to take it easy on her the first time, the bed, or the couch, but it’s like she’s waving a red flag to a bull, and all reason goes out of the window. I want to show her exactly what she’s getting into. I’m tempted to tie her up shibari style, but I don’t have the patience for that, not now.

“Swing,” I grunt.

She nods, suddenly silent and compliant as I move her over and help her get in, carefully and gently securing her tightly in it. When she’s fastened tightly, looking so good that my cock strains painfully against my pants, I take a step back to admire her, letting my eyes linger over every inch of her perfection. Her lips part as she breathes heavily, aroused by the anticipation.