Page 85 of Seduce

Later, after Damon’s duty, Tessa’s breath caught in her throat when Damon walked into the green area. He held out his hand to her. Taking a deep breath, she allowed him to pull her to her feet.

“Tonight we’re going to play in the bondage area,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” They’d talked about it on the phone the other night. She was as prepared as she could be.

Damon’s bag already sat on the stage with the bondage chair. Tessa swallowed. Okay, she hadn’t expected that. He helped her up on the stage.

“All right, my sweet. Can we get rid of the corset?”

She hesitated, and Damon stepped up to her and cupped her cheeks.

“What do you have on underneath?”

“A thong and, of course, the bra, as you can see, Sir.”

“Then why the hesitation.”

“The corset and skirt are one piece, Sir.”

“I see. Are you okay being revealed?”

“Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t feeding him a line. She reached for the zipper hidden in the side of the corset.

“Let me.” Damon brushed her hands away. A small tremor swept through her body as his fingers guided the zipper down. He peeled the corset away, then swept it and the skirt down her body. “Hands on my shoulders, then step out of your clothing.”

Tessa did as he asked. Now she was in high-heeled black shoes, a thong, bra, and gloves.

“How the hell did I get so lucky?” Damon muttered after he put her corset and skirt on the straight-back chair.

His hands closed over her shoulders. “Let’s get you into the bondage chair.”

She swallowed as he guided her over. He’d said bondage but never mentioned the chair. Sneaky man. There was a cushion on the seat and against the back.

“I haven’t forgotten you bruised your tailbone,” Damon whispered in her ear.

Heat filled her as she sat down on the wooden contraption, the cushions protecting her. It was like any other chair, but something told her it wasn’t a normal chair.

“As we discussed, if your arms or legs go numb, you tell me right away.”

“Yes, Sir.” He hadn’t been happy that night in her apartment when she didn’t tell him the second it happened, but she wasn’t going to interrupt him mid stroke to undo the restraints. He’d forgiven her when she promised not to let it happen again.

He adjusted the arms on the chair. “I’m going to keep these pretty level so your arms don’t go to sleep.” He patted the armrests.

Tessa placed her arms where Damon directed, and he started buckling the restraints over her wrists and upper arms.

“Is this a front clasping bra?”

“Yes, Sir. As you requested.” It had taken her several days to find one without underwires.

“Good. Now for your legs.”

The chair split between her legs. Wait a second? She hadn’t noticed that. There was now enough room for Damon to restrain her upper thighs and ankles.

“I forgot to ask before I did your legs. I’m going to cut the thong off, so I hope it’s not your favorite.”

“No, Sir. I have others.” Her heart sped up at his words. She was going to be pretty much fully nude for this scene. Excitement with a tiny bit of apprehension filled her. But she trusted Damon. He wouldn’t betray her.

“Good. I’m going to use my toys.”

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