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My eyes widened. “A surprise?”
His chuckle echoed down the hallway. “You’d best be undressed by the time I return.”
After sucking in a breath, I hopped up from the couch and tugged off my clothes, lingering in just my underwear near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Steven had mentioned that we would have a private lesson tonight.
When Steven returned, he held a metal bar and festive tinsel in his hands. His gaze dropped to my body, and he arched a brow as he placed the bar on the coffee table. “I thought I said to undress.”
“I am undressed.”
“All of it, love.”
I glanced toward the open windows, where anyone could look in and see us.
“Here?” I whispered. “In front of the windows? Don’t you have a BDSM room?”
He chuckled. “One, why are you afraid of some windows? I’ve fucked you in front of members of Radiant before, and we’re too many stories up in the air for anyone to see you. And two, I have no reason to have a BDSM room in my home. I don’t bring anyone home.”
Except me.
Warmth exploded through my body. Steven had kept all his relationships before me solely at Radiant? He hadn’t brought any other woman home the way that he brought me home? Hadn’t shared his bedroom with them either, I supposed.
“But if you’d prefer I shut the blinds, then I will.”
A giddy giggle left my mouth, and I shook my head. “Here is fine.”
“Are you sure?”
I dropped my gaze to the rope of tinsel he had lying across his palm and the metal bar on the coffee table, then nodded. Warmth gushed through my pussy, and I pressed my thighs together. “Yes.”
His lips curled into that infamous smirk he had flashed me the day I met him by the bar. My nipples tightened, my breath catching in my throat. God, I couldn’t wait for this. He had teased me with the mention of tying me up so many times now.
“Knees,” he ordered, his calming voice replaced with the one he used at Radiant.
After dropping to my knees in front of him, I stared up at him through my lashes.
He captured my chin in his hand and drew his thumb across my lips. “Good girl.”
With the tinsel, Steven tied my wrists together, then created intricate knots up my forearms to bind them together too. From this position and the knots, my tits pressed together, and I could barely move my upper body.
“Get into doggy—elbows on the carpet, ass in the air,” he ordered.
Once I maneuvered myself to a doggy position, just as he’d asked, I looked back at him to catch him checking out my ass. He smirked and grabbed the metal bar from the coffee table, then dropped to his knees behind me.
“This is called a spreader,” he said, locking it around one of my knees. He gently tapped the other one so I would move my legs further apart. Once my legs were spread far enough apart, he locked it around my opposite leg. “It keeps your legs spread, no matter how much you want to pull them together. Understand?”
I nodded.
He dropped his hand between my thighs and gently massaged my sopping pussy. My first instinct was to pull my legs together to ease the ache, but I couldn’t move my arms or my legs, leaving me completely vulnerable to him.
“Welcome to your private lesson, Miss Monroe. Bondage 101.”
In doggy—with my ass in the air, my legs spread with a bar, and forearms bound together—I tugged on the restraints as he toyed with my pussy, his fingers moving in and out of me, his thumb gliding against my swollen clit.
I whined, “Sir …”
A satisfied grunt escaped his mouth, and he stood in front of the windows behind me, pulling off his shirt and undoing his pants. I nearly drooled, staring at him and impatiently waiting for him to fuck me senseless.
“Patience, love.”
