“My heavens: look at you, Charles! You’re blushing like a schoolgirl and yet trembling with excitement; rock-hard erect and yet too embarrassed to look your own wife in the face! You have got serious issues to work through my darling.”
Having intricately lashed nearly a dozen inescapably snug loops about my wrist and then tied them off Amelia stretches my arm and the rope out taut and secures it to the bedpost. Seeing that I still can’t meet her gaze or stop blushing and trembling, she continues her gentle remonstrance as she likewise ties up my other arm.
“I swear you Wall Street men are all the same: far too conservative for your own good! My poor benighted husband is so staid and restrained that he can’t admit to himself how excited he gets by being restrained. I have definitely got t
