Bondage Included (20 page)
“So glad to hear it.” Ted’s hand ran down her arm. He circled her wrist and drew it toward the corner of the table. “I’m going to assume you’ve been through our new member’s orientation and know the house safeword is ‘crisis’. While here at the club, you’re fairly safe being restrained, but I still caution you to know the Dom well. We have several Dungeon Masters on duty at all times, but on party nights we can be spread a bit thin.”
“Yes, they were quite clear on that. Thank you for going over it again.” It was kind of him to make sure she was safe. She liked Ted and her instincts told her she could trust him. Of course, he was only the third Dom she’d ever met in person and one of them had been recently married.
Ted pulled a manacle from over the side and laid the chain across her palm. “We’re going to use honor bondage. You’re going to hold on to this and not let go until I give you permission. If you disobey me, there will be a consequence. Do you understand?”
Consequence…is that the same as a punishment?
She looked at the whip coiled at his hip and decided it was best not to take
any
chances. “Yes, Sir. Don’t let go. Got it.”
Meri shivered as Ted ran his finger the length of her arm, down her side and leg to grasp her ankle.
“Open,” he commanded.
Her breathing quickened at his possessive touch. If she moved her legs apart, anyone at the end of the table would have a view of her pussy.
Crap
. This was not what she had envisioned for the evening. She considered explaining, but doubted he’d be sympathetic. Screw it, the lighting was subdued and her skirt covered enough—she hoped
.
Slowly, reluctantly, she spread her legs until her foot was lined up with the corner.
“I’m going to place the manacle around your ankle. I won’t latch it, pet. You are to remain still. If you remove your leg, I will be disappointed.”
“Yes, Sir. I won’t move.”
“You look so beautiful, Meri. I wish you were completely bared to me.” Once her ankle was encased in the steel cuff, Ted ran his finger up the sole of her foot. Involuntarily, she jumped and the chains rattled. Ted raised one eyebrow, “That was a close call, Meri. There’s no excuse for not following my commands.”
Her pussy clenched at his admonishment. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You must learn to control your body. Pleasing your Dom”—he met her gaze—“within your limits, should be your primary focus.”
About the Author
Tori lives in the beautiful Sonoran Desert with her loving husband of almost thirty years. She wakes up each morning to the howls of coyotes and the barking of her family dogs wanting to join the fray.
When Tori isn’t writing, she’s either spending time with her two, wonderful adult children, or creating stained glass art.
She likes her love stories scorching hot. She tries to infuse a fire and passion between her characters that rivals the blazing summer sun that Arizona is known for. Tori encourages you to bask in the heat between the covers of a Dominant/submissive, happily-ever-after, bondage romance.
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