in a white box with a pretty white bow. A white lace bra and a hopelessly frilly white garter belt, white back-seamed stockings made of real silk, and at the bottom of the box, white fur-lined cuffs that would be soft as a cloud against her skin.
She sighed. “Yes, I found them, Daniel. Thank God my sheets are safe.”
He laughed. “Yes, your unfortunate sheets.”
“Should I wear the cuffs too, with everything else?”
“Oh, you’ll wear them—and very often, but leave them off for dinner, or the people in the restaurant might stare.”
“You’re probably right. They’re so beautiful, though. Where did you find them?”
“I know a lady who makes them. I’ve already ordered a matching set in black.” And burgundy and gold and green and lavender . “You don’t worry about where I got them, little one. You just be sure you bring them along tonight.”
“Yes, Daniel,” she said in that way that made him wild with lust.
“I’ll pick you up at seven sharp. I’m dying to see you.”
“I’m dying to see you too. Where are we going?”
“Somewhere nice.”
“ Very nice?”
“Yes, somewhere really very exceptionally nice. It’d better be, considering what I plan to do to you later.”
He could almost hear her squirm through the phone, that subtle change in her breath.
“Seven o’clock, Wednesday. Be ready for me.”
* * *
Wednesday watched him from across the living room. The way he stared at her… Between them, the tree rose out of the floor from somewhere beneath the foundation. When it was really quiet and the air conditioner blew, she could hear the faintest sound of rustling leaves. She’d had some vivid fantasies about the tree since she’d met Daniel. She had a strong feeling some of them were about to be fulfilled.
They’d rushed through dinner, barely taking stock of the sumptuous restaurant and gourmet fare. He’d driven her to his home quickly afterward. Now she stood near the tree with the white soaring walls above her, feeling pinned like a butterfly by his gaze.
“Undress,” he said. He was still in a shirt and tie and pants with perfect creases. He watched, unmoving, as she kicked off her shoes and set them aside. She undressed as slowly and sensually as she could, down to the white lingerie he’d given her.
She looked up at him. “Take off everything?”
His lips curved. “Not everything. You can stop there.”
She touched and admired the lingerie, partly to arouse him, but partly because it was so thrilling to be dressed in his gift.
“Thank you for these beautiful things. I love to wear them. They’re the next best thing to having your hands on me.”
“You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure. Literally.” He laughed, but the smile didn’t touch his eyes. He just stared, stared, stared at her until she shivered.
“What are you thinking?” she finally asked.
“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do to you once I get you tied to that tree.”
Her gaze flicked to the solid trunk, the leafy lower branches. “Do I have any say?”
“Absolutely not. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy whatever I dream up.”
She gave a come-hither smile and tried to look as enticing as possible, trailing her fingers absently over the tops of her thighs. He studied her with a half smirk as if to say, I know your tricks . A moment later he started to undress with an air of intent.
“You’ve decided on a plan of action?” She watched his beautiful body as it was revealed to her. Golden, muscular male. She loved the shift of his buttocks when he kicked his pants off and the ripple of his back when he bent to take off his socks.
“Yes, I have. I’ve decided I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy. I’m going to fuck you so much that you’re just not going to feel right unless my cock’s inside you.”
Fair enough.
“Bring
She sighed. “Yes, I found them, Daniel. Thank God my sheets are safe.”
He laughed. “Yes, your unfortunate sheets.”
“Should I wear the cuffs too, with everything else?”
“Oh, you’ll wear them—and very often, but leave them off for dinner, or the people in the restaurant might stare.”
“You’re probably right. They’re so beautiful, though. Where did you find them?”
“I know a lady who makes them. I’ve already ordered a matching set in black.” And burgundy and gold and green and lavender . “You don’t worry about where I got them, little one. You just be sure you bring them along tonight.”
“Yes, Daniel,” she said in that way that made him wild with lust.
“I’ll pick you up at seven sharp. I’m dying to see you.”
“I’m dying to see you too. Where are we going?”
“Somewhere nice.”
“ Very nice?”
“Yes, somewhere really very exceptionally nice. It’d better be, considering what I plan to do to you later.”
He could almost hear her squirm through the phone, that subtle change in her breath.
“Seven o’clock, Wednesday. Be ready for me.”
* * *
Wednesday watched him from across the living room. The way he stared at her… Between them, the tree rose out of the floor from somewhere beneath the foundation. When it was really quiet and the air conditioner blew, she could hear the faintest sound of rustling leaves. She’d had some vivid fantasies about the tree since she’d met Daniel. She had a strong feeling some of them were about to be fulfilled.
They’d rushed through dinner, barely taking stock of the sumptuous restaurant and gourmet fare. He’d driven her to his home quickly afterward. Now she stood near the tree with the white soaring walls above her, feeling pinned like a butterfly by his gaze.
“Undress,” he said. He was still in a shirt and tie and pants with perfect creases. He watched, unmoving, as she kicked off her shoes and set them aside. She undressed as slowly and sensually as she could, down to the white lingerie he’d given her.
She looked up at him. “Take off everything?”
His lips curved. “Not everything. You can stop there.”
She touched and admired the lingerie, partly to arouse him, but partly because it was so thrilling to be dressed in his gift.
“Thank you for these beautiful things. I love to wear them. They’re the next best thing to having your hands on me.”
“You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure. Literally.” He laughed, but the smile didn’t touch his eyes. He just stared, stared, stared at her until she shivered.
“What are you thinking?” she finally asked.
“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do to you once I get you tied to that tree.”
Her gaze flicked to the solid trunk, the leafy lower branches. “Do I have any say?”
“Absolutely not. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy whatever I dream up.”
She gave a come-hither smile and tried to look as enticing as possible, trailing her fingers absently over the tops of her thighs. He studied her with a half smirk as if to say, I know your tricks . A moment later he started to undress with an air of intent.
“You’ve decided on a plan of action?” She watched his beautiful body as it was revealed to her. Golden, muscular male. She loved the shift of his buttocks when he kicked his pants off and the ripple of his back when he bent to take off his socks.
“Yes, I have. I’ve decided I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy. I’m going to fuck you so much that you’re just not going to feel right unless my cock’s inside you.”
Fair enough.
“Bring
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