Dirty Minds by T A Williams

him. It was all right, after all. ‘Do you want to stay for dinner? It’s only ham and eggs, but they’re fresh from the farm. And I’ve got a packet of dog biscuits for Sophie. You did say that’s what she eats, didn’t you?’
    ‘You are too kind. I would love to, but only on condition that we don’t talk about the book.’
    He agreed wholeheartedly. She sat and chatted with him as he prepared the food. He thanked God he had bought a fresh loaf from the farm shop. She took the knife from him and cut a few slices, while he lifted the lid on the cooker and put the pan on to heat up.
    ‘So are you a cordon bleu chef?’ She was watching him at the cooker.
    ‘Ham and eggs is not quite my full repertoire but Jamie Oliver has nothing to worry about. What about you? I bet you are a whiz.’
    ‘After spending most of my life until a few years ago living off raw carrots and rice cakes, I haven’t had much opportunity. I’m just beginning to get into it now. I hope you will come round one of these days and let me inflict one of my attempts on you.’
    He busied himself with the cooking, concentrating hard, determined to avoid any mishaps. The laptop was sitting on the end of the table. There was a document open on the screen. She averted her eyes, but as she was doing so, the phrase ‘her tongue and his entwined in passion’ caught her eye He was still fully occupied, a wonderful smell of ham filling the air. She turned her head back and carried on reading, fascinated. The girl had just fallen to her knees, and reached for his breeches, when she heard Tom’s voice. She looked round guiltily.
    ‘I see you are checking out the competition.’ He was doling out the food into the plates.
    ‘I’m sorry, Tom. I didn’t mean to pry. The words just caught my eye.’ She was blushing.
    ‘Of course not. That’s quite all right. I only just got it a few minutes before you arrived. It’s the first. You can read it after we’ve eaten if you like. In fact, we both can. I only just started it myself. But for now, I’m afraid the eggs won’t wait.’ He handed her a plate.

Chapter Sixteen
    ‘Right, now I’m just going to tie your hands to the legs of the bed.’ Clinton did his best to adopt a domineering tone.
    ‘You’re going to do what?’ Dolores didn’t sound too keen.
    ‘Come on, gorgeous, it’s all part of my research. You said you were up for it.’
    ‘You didn’t say anything about tying me up.’ But she didn’t struggle as he tied first her hands and then her feet. He looked down at her: spread-eagled, the white bra standing out boldly against the deep black of her skin. The matching thong was thin enough to clearly show the outline of her body beneath. He stepped back in satisfaction, the old familiar stirring in his loins. He stripped off his top and his jeans. He was left with just his boxers.
    ‘You got a gun or are you just pleased to see me?’ She appeared to be enjoying herself. ‘So what happens now, lover man?’
    A major snag now presented itself. While the white underwear looked good, it needed to come off. How was he going to do this with her arms and legs tied?
    ‘Fuck.’ He reached for the rope around her wrists.
    ‘That’s what I assumed, but why are you untying me now? You haven’t done anything yet.’ She looked on evenly as he untied her hands, reached round to unhook her bra, and removed it. He tied her wrists again and turned his attention to her panties. For a moment he considered ripping them off, but he didn’t want to have to replace them. They looked expensive. Instead, he set about the knots.
    ‘So why are you doing all this funny stuff?’
    ‘I told you, it’s a bet. The firm’s been dealing with one of those internet grooming cases recently. My boss thinks the girl must have known all along it was a man not another girl. He doesn’t think it possible for a man to pass himself off as a girl. I disagreed, so he bet me I couldn’t do it. For obvious reasons I