The chair

“This is the only time I will do it, and I wouldn’t be doing it now if you hadn’t gone on about needing more so much during sex. This will be the only time Alena. After this, we need to talk. There are rules to this.” His lips gently kiss mine.

What rules come with this? I will agree to all the rules if he does it again, and I don't even know what is coming yet. Looking at the chair, it is scary. There is no seat.

He moves my body, sitting me down so that my body is balanced on my legs and feet. Jackson’s hands are slowly tying my ankles and wrists to the chair as his mouth kisses down my neck slowly. Reaching my breasts, his lips kiss my nipples, then gently suck them in his mouth. He keeps going, his mouth moving down, settling between my legs as his tongue teases my wet pussy.

His hands checking the straps are tight enough, my body already craving more of him, the leather straps making me moan.

“We will stick with red for now. Red is your safe word, Alena. Later you can pick anothe