Page 63 of Renascence
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. I know just the one, too.”
I can picture it now… green to match her eyes, lace on top, some sheer mesh shit on the bottom, the stringy scrap of material they call panties. She’d tried on the top over her bra so I didn’t get the full effect of it, but she still looked amazing.
“Which one is that?”
“You’ll see. Just make sure you’re ready with the next thing on your list.”
“I’m ready. I know what I want next.”
“Oh?” I raise a brow. “What is it?”
“I want you to tie me up.” Her words come out on a hurried breath.
Fuck.
I press on the accelerator, never wishing more that I was on my bike.
Once we’re back in Stony View, I head straight to my place. We unload the bags, Emily kicking off her shoes and throwing her jacket on the couch before going directly to my room. I search the bags for the outfit I want and then join her, finding her sitting on the bed waiting for me. I hand her the bag with a smirk.
“Take a shower and put this on for me.”
“Okay.”
While she’s in the bathroom, I use the time to calm down. No woman has ever made me this excited and I’m not sure how to handle it. This is my domain. Here, I’m the boss. I can’t lose control no matter how much Emily makes my blood boil.
I grab the toy chest from the closet, intending to remove some cuffs. However, I decide to let Emily choose the one she wants. This is her first time, and I want her to be as comfortable as possible.
She emerges from the bathroom and I swear there’s a heavenly glow behind her.
“Oh, fuck.” She moves forward, blinking up at me, trying to gauge my reaction. “You look amazing, darlin’. Sexy as fuck.”
She stands before me, chest heaving, eyes locked on mine.
“You like it?” Her voice is soft, words hopeful.
“I fucking love it.” I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump that’s suddenly formed in my throat. I shake it off, remembering where we are—myturf. “All the things in this box? I got them for you. I want you to choose the ones you want to use tonight.”
Emily stares at the contents of the box like the proverbial kid in the candy store. She probably has no idea what most of the items are, but her excitement and willingness to learn are sexy as hell. She picks one up, brows knitted as she turns to me.
“Are these… anal beads?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Have you ever done anal play?”
“No, nothing.” She shakes her head.
“Then you’re not ready for these yet. Is it something on your list?”
“Maybe we could add that for later?”
I nod, watching her rifle through the box once more. She removes the nipple clamps, placing them on the bed.
“I liked these.”
