Page 16 of Seduce

“These are a nice choice.” Damon dropped the box. “Comfort lined with nice buckles.” He undid the double clip from the d-rings and separated the cuffs. He placed one of the cuffs on the display and held the other one. “Now these are nice ones. See this little protrusion through one of the eyelet holes?”

“Yes.” She’d seen that on the box and was curious. In all the times in DC, and what little bit she saw at Wicked Sanctuary, she hadn’t seen anything like these.

“It’s a nice feature where you can add a small lock so the cuffs can only be removed by the one who has a key.” He unbuckled the restraint. “Wrist please.”

Tessa held out her wrist. The fabric was smooth against her skin. Her nerves fluttered as he tightened the restraint. Heat rushed over her skin as the metal of the buckle was secured. Her breath caught in her throat. Damon ran his finger between her wrist and the restraint.

“Not too tight, but tight enough you can’t escape.” Then he grasped her other wrist and attached the other cuff.

The cuffs were substantial but not enough to cause any discomfort. Her nerves fluttered with excitement…or was it fear? No. Could it be anticipation?

“Now, by doing this”—he brought her wrists to the front and clipped them together with the double clip—“a Dom can lead you around by your wrists.” He gave a little tug, and Tessa fought to breathe.

That little pull weakened her knees, and her pussy throbbed. Oh yes, she wouldn’t mind Damon leading her around, bound for his pleasure.

Her brown gaze met his blue one. Satisfaction blazed bright in his eyes. Did he know how he made her feel? Probably. The man seemed to read her mind at times. She adjusted her arms, and the clips clinked against the metal rings. A herd of elephants stampeded through her stomach. Her skin prickled.

“How does it feel?” Damon asked, his hands on her forearms.

“I can feel the weight, but they’re comfortable.” She wasn’t sure how to explain, but she would try. “My stomach is fluttering; my nerves are awake, and my knees are weak.” She didn’t mention her nipples ached, and her pussy muscles kept tightening and releasing.

“Very nice reactions. What about your mind? What are you thinking?”

“At first, I asked myself if I was crazy, but once you put them on, my mind stopped processing and went with the feel of them on my wrists.”

Damon grinned at her. “Good.” He slipped his hands to her waist. “I’m going to kiss you now, Tessa. Is that all right?”

Why was he asking her that? Consent. The word popped up in her mind. “Please,” she whispered.

He drew her to him, keeping her bound hands between their bodies, as he lowered his head. His lips brushed hers in a light kiss, once, twice. Her fingers curled into her palms. On his next pass, she parted her lips, and the tip of her tongue touched his lips.

Damon drew back. “So that’s how you want to play,” he said, before capturing her lips again.

This time the kiss wasn’t light. His mouth took command of hers, tongue thrusting inside and tangling with hers. Tessa sighed and relaxed into his embrace as his hands skimmed up from her waist to her shoulders.

Her bones melted at his control. This was what she’d been looking for…craving. A man who knew how to make her burn for satisfaction.

Tessa started to raise her arms and realized they were trapped between their bodies, she tried wiggling them to get loose, but Damon kept kissing her. Tasting her. His kiss was like a drug she couldn’t get enough of.

She shifted as her pussy pulsed. Her fingers clenched. She needed to touch him. Tessa jerked her hands, and his head rose. “Release my hands, please. I want to touch you.”

“What if I like you like this?” His blue eyes were dark with desire.

“Please, Damon.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. He took a step back, lifted her arms, and placed them around his neck, still encased in the cuffs. “How’s that?”

“Better.” She rested her wrists on his shoulders, and at least, she could play with his dark hair. It was a start.

His lips nipped at her mouth, before moving over her skin to her ear. “You’re squirming.”

Heat flashed in her face. She was shifting from foot to foot without even realizing it. She wanted…no,neededmore.

“Your nipples are hard; I can feel them under your top. May I?”

“May you what?” His voice was like liquid chocolate over her skin. She couldn’t get enough of it.

“Touch you.”

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