Page 8 of His Bride

“Go stand in the corner,Sprite.”

“Yes, Sir.” She doesn’t miss a beat, and I watch her skitter to a stop next to the armoire, facingthewall.

“Eyesclosed.”

“Am I pretending I don’t know what you’redoing?”

I laugh outloud. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

I lift the foot of the mattress up and toss the restraint kit across the box spring, then put the mattress back in place and pull the four straps to where Iwantthem.

Then I cross to her and set my hands on her shoulders, brushing a few loose strands of her hair with my fingers. “One last thing. I want to braidyourhair.”

“There’s an elastic in the side pocket of my carry-on bag.” She pauses, thenadds, “Sir.”

My lips twitch. “Thank you. Come with me, and you can openyoureyes.”

I guide her back to the bed, and she makes an excited sound when she catches sight of thestraps.

My beautiful wife loves being held downsomuch.

I take at least two dozen bobby pins out of her hair, then secure her waves in a braid, slowly tugging each strand before I twist it into the plait, which I wind around her neck and over her shoulder. “You were gorgeous today,” I murmur as I kiss the side of her neck. “But you are most stunning when you submit to me, just like this. Now stretch out, right in the middle ofthebed.”

She rolls onto her back and reaches her arms and legs wide—and that had been my plan, but as her fingers graze the headboard, I have another idea, this one evenmoreevil.

Ilikeevil.

It makesmehard.

My cock strains with excitement as I look at the sturdy wooden finials on either side of the headboard, and how close her hands gettothem.

Grinning to myself, I grab the Velcro cuffs and attach them to her ankles first, then her wrists. I run my fingertips up and down her skin as she trembles for me, then I clip the cuffs to the straps running underthebed.

Yep, there’s enough playthere.

I grab a length of hemp rope from the first aid kit and trail it over her body as I move around the bedagain.

The question is in her eyes, but she keeps her perfect mouthzipped.

That’s a shame. If she broke down and asked me what I was going to use the rope for, I’d have to reprimand her by shoving something hard in her mouth aspunishment.

I stop beside the headboard and raise an eyebrow at her. “Something on your mind,Sprite?”

“No,Sir.”

“Areyousure?”

She grins. “Do you want something to be onmymind?”

Oh, this woman. She can read me like a book. Well, I’m going to surprise her tonight. “Actually, you can be as bratty as you want,Sprite.”

“Oh?” She gives me an amused look that turns to real shock as I slide the first piece of rope through the D-rings on both restraints on her left side, tugging her foot up toward her hand. “Oh,Sir!”

It’s cheeky, and I love it. “How uncomfortableisthat?”

Her face flushes as she reacts to the heat in my voice. “It’s…fine.”

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