Marriage First, Mate Second
They are lined with black silk, so that they will not hurt my husband, only pleasurably restrain him.
“Are you sure,” I ask him, dangling them in front of him, “I will understand if you change your mind. They have a clasp for their release, if you wish to escape.”
He holds his wrists out in front of me in response, giving me that incredibly sexy smile that I adore.
“I do not wish to escape,” he says, giving me a kiss, “Not at all. Let’s try it.”
I gently cuff one of his wrists to the post of our headboard. I can feel his manhood grow harder as I do this, which makes me smile.