Let me tie you up

Let me tie you up?” he asked me, holding up the ropes so I could see them.

At first I couldn’t take my eyes off them; they were slim and white and gorgeous. They were looped over one another and tied off beautifully in lengths with colored ends, so he could keep the lengths separate.

I must have stared at those ropes in his hand for half a minute before I brought my eyes back to his and saw the wicked joy in them.

Peter’s smile broadened to a grin. His blue eyes brightened. He knew he had me.

He was fully dressed, and I was naked—very, very naked. I’d just gotten out of the shower, and I’d been thinking about him in there—thinking about what we might do when I got out of the shower and Peter took

me to bed. I was already very turned on.

He could see everything he wanted to see, I real- ized—in exquisite detail never before revealed. I’d just shaved, so he could see my sex. He could see the hot flush of arousal through my breasts and my face, see the stiffening of my nipples that