Put them on,” he said.
Her hands too full, she bent down and put the cuffs on the floor, beginning with the collar. The hooks fastened easily, and with them in place, she slipped deeper into her other world. The cuffs were more difficult, but he said nothing as she struggled to get the awkward buckles fastened. It was a ritual he loved to watch, even for her expression of exasperation.
When she finished, he rose. His figure seemed to tower over her more than ever. Leaning down at her, she looked up at him, and their lips brushed while she stood motionless for a cue from him. He ran his tongue around her mouth and her lips parted. She would have swooned against him, but he would have pushed her away. One hand glided over her skin, one hand allowed the whip to wrap around her.
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