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Ian Bennett is sexy and intriguing but is he the man for Sarah? He believes so. She doesn't completely agree. It's up to Ian to convince her that he's the perfect, dominant man to meet her submissive needs.
He walked though the open door and she followed. She’d heard, read, about private playrooms but this as incredible. The occasional play parties she’d been to hadn’t been this well equipped. He had a whipping bench, a couple of bondage frames, a St Andrew’s cross (a giant replica on the one on her old school badge) a rack of whips and floggers, a chest of drawers that no doubt held enough kinky toys to stock a shop and the walls and ceiling were carpeted. To muffle sound no doubt. But it was the satin chaise longue that caught her eye. He hadn’t mentioned it was upholstered in purple. “What do you think?” Ian asked. “That I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.” “Most of it I inherited from my godfather. Shocked me at the time but I’ve kept it safe and added to it.” "Do you have personalized manacles for every woman you know?” Snippy and petty but she didn’t want hers hanging with the rest. Ian came close and rested his free hand on her shoulder. “Sarah, most women I know have never come this far. I hoped about you. One always does but I’d planned, if you seemed willing, on a little fun bondage on the bed. I’d have tied you down, with a quick release you could control, and used a few toys. I brought you here because you said you enjoyed kinky things.” Sarah was quiet for so long, Ian was scared she’d cut and run. “Im flattered you trust me so, and yes, I’m intrigued beyond measure, but I’m not ready for all of this in one go.” “Agreed. Just the chaise longue, chains and a couple of small toys, if I choose.” She nodded. “Alright. Agreed.” “Ready to obey me? Ready to have me tie you helpless on my chaise longue?” She walked over and ran her hand over the sleek upholstery. He’d been right, it was an obvious original but with a few extra knobs and hooks that weren’t normally seen. The ornate arm chair a little distance away was equally interesting. Maybe, one day, he'd put her over it and lift her skirts but for now, the touch of purple satin drew her. She looked back at Ian smiled and lowered her eyes. The submissive gesture sent a thrill right down to her cunt. After a diet of vanilla, and sometimes nonexistent, sex she was promised a massive dose of kink. “Yes, Ian. I’m ready.”
Coming February 13th from CHANGELING PRESS!
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