"You're sure you're into this?" Galen wound the silk scarves she'd handed him through his fingers. The thought of tying Lydia to her wrought iron headboard had been running through his mind since the first night. Having her hand him the scarves while she stood by the bed in the tiniest nightgown he'd ever seen made him hard enough to pound nails with his c**k. "You're not doing it just for me?"
Her laugh was deep, throaty and entirely feminine. "That's what I bought those scarves for. I bought them a long time ago but they've never been used. The person I'd thought might be interested turned out not to be. And to my own surprise, it turned out I didn't care. I'd just met you, you see and from then on it's only been me and my trusty vibrator. And though the battery-operated boyfriend does
