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I relaxed. “I bought this bench and these cuffs for you and you alone.”
“Not-”
I cut her off before she could say Julianna’s name and ruin my mood. “No one.”
She nodded.
I watched her swallow.
“Yes.”
“Yes, okay, I’ll do it, or yes, I want to do it?”
“I want to do it.”
Holding her close, I palmed her throat, tipped her head back, and made love to her mouth until she melted into my hold. “That’s it, beautiful girl. I’m going to make you fly.”
She nodded, pressed her nose into my cheek.
Releasing her, I rounded the bar and pulled out the cuffs for her wrists.
She laughed and slapped her arms down on the bar. With narrowed eyes, she tipped up her chin. “Do your worst.”
I shook my head but couldn’t help the smile that split my lips. “You’re really asking for it today.” Coming up behind her, I ground my erection into her round ass. “And you’re going to get it.”
She pushed back, wiggling her ass, far too at ease now for what I had in mind.
Slipping my hands under her shirt, I pulled it up over her head to land on the bar around her arms. Her bra followed, the lacy cups beckoning me to take over where they left off. I cupped her breasts in my palms, kneading them, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers.
She rocked back against me, then leaned into my hands.
“Not laughing now?”
She chuckled. “Feeling a little frustrated.”
“Only a little?” I dragged my hands down her tummy, flicked the button on her jeans, and slowly pulled down the zipper. “I can fix that.”
Her head fell forward. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you.”
“The sweetest of tortures,” I promised.
Her breath left her in uneven huffs. “You bought this bench for this?”
“No.” I kissed a line down her spine and knelt behind her as I worked her jeans over her hips and down her legs, prodding her to lift first one knee then the other as I stripped her. “I bought this bench for you.”
“I think I like it.”
“I know I do,” I murmured grazing my teeth along the curve of her ass.
“Ares,” she breathed.
I lifted the cuffs and wrapped one around each thigh.
She trembled.
I ran my tongue along the edge of her panties, going further than I intended when she tilted her hips back in invitation. “Can I bind these to the bench, or do you want to just have the sensation of the cuffs without the restraint this time?”
“Do it,” she demanded. “Do it all.” Suddenly her head came up. “Wait! What about Inky?”
