Sebastian

I’d been looking forward to getting my hands and mouth on Delaney all week. We’d had dinner on Wednesday, and I’d been a perfect gentleman—mostly a perfect gentleman. To avoid the temptation at her front door, we’d agree to meet at the restaurant. It had been a nice dinner. Other than the sexual tension between us, we’d both been relaxed. Delaney didn’t seem nearly as worried about her feelings for me as she had earlier in the week.

I still had no clue why I wasn’t more worried. After the way things had ended with Tessa, I should have been terrified of falling hard and fast for any woman. Delaney was also a little on the crazy side—crazy in a good way, but still crazy. There was no fear on my part. I was looking forward to exploring my feelings for Delaney. At the moment, I was mostly looking forward to exploring Delaney’s body. I’d missed her.

Looking at the clock again, I wondered if she’d changed her mind. The night before she’d seemed excited about spending the weekend with me.

I knew she was excited about exploring bondage, and we were at the right point to try this. My games with her had helped prepare her for what I had planned. Delaney no longer forgot to keep her hands above her head when I told her to. She kept them there until I said she could move them. The handcuffs would dig into her wrists if she moved around too much, something I wanted to avoid. When I had her in ropes or softer cuffs, her struggles would only enhance both our pleasures. I knew many women liked the feel of the metal digging into their wrists, but I didn’t think Delaney would be one of them. I also wanted her comfortable enough with me controlling her pleasure that being bound wouldn’t make her uneasy. Bondage was not something to be shared with strangers. It required trust. When I’d left the handcuffs with Delaney, I’d worried she might not be ready, but I’d figured this week would give her enough time to think about it. If thinking about them gave her any anxiety, we’d wait. As it turned out, Delaney was very excited to try them out, if her texts were anything to go by.

When the doorbell finally rang, my lips lifted in a predatory smile that remained in place as I opened the door to find Delaney standing on my front porch in a black trench coat. Her overnight and laptop bags were sitting beside her.

“What have you got under that coat?” I murmured as I moved to the side to watch Delaney saunter into my home. I grabbed her bags and set them inside the door.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she asked with an inviting smile.

“Why don’t you take that off and show me?” I suggested.

“Didn’t you promise to feed me dinner?” she asked. The woman was a tease, and I loved it.

“And it’s ready,” I replied, looping my fingers through hers and leaning in for a brief kiss. I enjoyed the way Delaney shuddered as my lips teased hers. I led her to the kitchen. Dinner was nothing fancy, just crock pot beef stew. I figured by the time I got home from work, it would be too late to cook.

“That smells incredible,” Delaney praised as she inhaled deeply and sighed.

“Beef stew,” I told her as I served up a bowl and set it on the table. “It’s a little warm in here. Maybe you should take your jacket off.”

Delaney stood, untied the belt on her trench coat, and draped it over the chair. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Under the coat, she wore a lacy bra and thong set in a deep wine color. Her legs were covered with thigh-high stockings, the kind that stayed up on their own. Rather than the high heels most would expect, Delaney wore plain ballet flats, which she quickly kicked off.

“The shoes ruin the effect, but I can’t walk in heels,” she explained.

The slight blush staining her cheeks made the entire effect even more alluring. She was a sensual creature, yet still innocent in some ways.

“I don’t care what you have on your feet,” I admitted. “Where are the handcuffs?” I asked.

“I forgot them,” she said with an exaggerated look of concern.

“Liar,” I accused softly.

“They’re in the pocket of my jacket,” she told me. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear them jangling around in there.”

“I was a little distracted,” I confessed.

Dinner was tense. I kept looking over at Delaney breasts, which were nearly spilling out of her bra. When I managed to look away from them, I was met with her seductive smile or her tongue moving along her spoon as she moaned. It wasn’t the stew she was enjoying so much as teasing me. I was enjoying it, too. Part of my pleasure came from the knowledge that I’d get to repay the favor very soon.

“Are you done eating?” I rasped out.

She cocked her head to the side. “I’m not sure. Don’t you have dessert for me?”

I chuckled at her teasing comment and crooked a finger at her from the opposite side of the table. “Come on over here, Delaney. It’s time for my dessert.”

Delaney’s green eyes darkened, and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “What are you having for dessert?” she breathed out.

“You,” I replied, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed and her breathing became somewhat labored. “Now, come over here.”

Delaney stood and walked around the table, stopping when she was standing directly in front of me. “Do you like what you see?” she drawled.

“Very much so,” I told her. “The trench coat was a nice touch.” I still hadn’t touched her, merely sat there, taking in the sight of her. Delaney didn’t squirm or fidget under my regard. Her lips were curled into a wicked grin as she allowed me to enjoy the view. I’d had a week to dream about having Delaney again.

Spreading my legs slightly, I reached out and pulled her close. One hand cradled her cheek as I pulled her face down toward mine, drinking in her sigh when our lips met. I savored her mouth at a leisurely pace. My tongue barely slid in before retreating. By the time I deepened the kiss, Delaney was squirming and clutching my biceps. If I reached between us, I’d find her panties wet. She was hot and ready for me.

Breaking the kiss, I motioned toward the trench coat draped over the back of her chair. “Go get the handcuffs.”

Delaney hesitated for a moment and I grinned. “What game are you thinking you want to play?” I asked.

“I was wondering if I should refuse to see if you’d spank me,” she admitted with no shame.

Quickly getting to my feet, I spun her to face the table. I pushed her forward until she was bent over and massaged her ass, loving the way she moaned and squirmed. Leaning forward, I pushed her hair to the side and bit the back of her neck. “Who’s in charge when we play?” I murmured before leaning closer to take her earlobe between my teeth.

“You are,” she said on a moan.

“That’s right,” I praised as I guided her back to a standing position with my hand in her hair. “I’m in charge of your pleasure.”

She smiled at me. “I should probably be embarrassed by how turned on I get when you say things like that.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” I assured her. “You know what you like, and there’s no reason to be ashamed of it.”

“You’re right,” she agreed.

“Go get those handcuffs, beautiful,” I crooned. “I want to spend some time playing with your body.”

Delaney nodded and walked over to remove the handcuffs from the pocket of her coat. I followed along behind her.

“I’ve got them,” she announced in a voice shaky with arousal.

“Good,” I praised before lifting her in my arms and carrying her to my bedroom. My dick was throbbing with each step, and I kept reminding myself that I needed to wait. I would slide into Delaney’s hot body, but not just yet. I loved this part. We’d share in the sensual torture, both aching for a release that would only come when I decided it was time. I had to exercise complete control over both of us. It was a challenge I loved, and one that was even greater with Delaney involved.

Setting her gently on the bed, I took two steps back. “Set the handcuffs down and take your bra off. There was no hesitation. Delaney immediate obeyed my command. She wouldn’t follow orders anywhere else, but when it came to sex, she trusted me to take care of her every need.

Sitting up, Delaney unfastened her bra and allowed it to slide down her shoulders, teasing me as she removed it. “Should I remove the rest?” she asked.

I shook my head. “I’ll handle that later. Lie down on your back and put your hands above your head.”

Again, she immediately obeyed, her breasts pushed up, tempting me to suckle her nipples. First, I wanted to get her hands secured. My dick was aching at the thought of her in those handcuffs.

“Now, it’s time to play,” I rasped out as I slipped the first cuff around her wrist.