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“Oh.”
“Can you handle that?”
“Yes.” Her voice comes out high-pitched.
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yes, I can handle that,” confidence radiates in her statement.
“There’s one catch, though.”
“Um. Okay...” She hesitates for a beat. “What is it?”
“I want to restrain your wrists.”
“Wh—wh—what?”
“Not with handcuffs, ropes, tape, zip ties or chains––”
“Chains?” she shrieks. “Is that a thing?”
“It’s more hardcore, and not suitable for a novice, but yes, chain wrist cuffs are a thing.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh gosh.”
Her head drops, almost in defeat.
I place two fingers underneath her chin, lifting her head up, regardless of the fact she can’t see me. “I’m not talking about anything that extreme, sweetness. I’m talking about silk ties––”
“I’m okay with that,” she offers.
“You’re very trusting.”
She considers me for a beat. “You haven’t given me any reason not to trust you, Ignatius.”
My cock throbs.
“I like that answer,” I tell her.
She smiles shyly.
I cup her face between my palms and slam my mouth against hers, claiming it. Her pouty lips part, and our tongues meet. Sweet notes of champagne hit my tongue full force.
I groan.
There’s nothing chaste about this kiss. It’s a dominant, possessive kiss––like I fucking own her.
She places her hands on my forearms as if silently begging me not to stop.
No chance of that happening, little one.
For a few long beats, we’re all tongue as I devour her mouth.
I could kiss her like this for an eternity, but I’m too eager to taste her other set of lips.
I stand up and scoop her into my arms.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
