apparent disinterest, he’d wanted her.
Now he’d finally have her.
George watched her pick up and examine a black velvet blindfold with shaking fingers. She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye, then lifted her chin, tucked the box under her arm, and moved on to the handcuffs.
His thoughts mired in carnal speculation, George followed.
If she wanted to wear a blindfold, that was fine and dandy with him. He liked her big blue eyes, but it was her body he was dying to see.
Maybe it would help her to hide, to not see what he was seeing. He realized now that much of her past reticence was due to inexperience. Her shock at the items sold in Wild Honey had proven that.
Or maybe she liked the idea of being blindfolded because she thought it would heighten the sense of touch and anticipation. Maybe it would feed her need to be controlled. George shrugged. He would happily oblige her.
He’d leave her wanting more.
When Cameron, another supervisor at the factory, had first approached him with this bizarre plan, George had been skeptical. He assumed Cameron had seen his lust for Becky, and was pulling a joke on him.
Cameron was due to marry Becky’s friend, Asia, and he’d claimed the women had some goofy dare going that was centered around the porn shop. Cameron had refused to reveal the details behind his and Asia’s circumstances, but he had explained that it was Becky’s turn, and Asia wanted to make sure Becky wasn’t hurt.
George wanted to make sure, too.
Both Cameron and Asia thought that by ensuring Becky’s partner—him—they could protect her from other, more unscrupulous men. Smart. The thought of Becky going off with anyone else set George on edge.
She’d been unattainable, a fantasy, for too long. Now that he was part of this plan, he’d already begun to think of her in his bed, already begun to imagine all the carnal fun he’d give her. Until she indulged his craving for her, he damn sure didn’t want any other man touching her.
After they were through … well, he just didn’t know, didn’t want to think about that right now. The idea of Becky getting down and dirty with anyone else felt repugnant.
Cameron had told George that if he was willing—ha—he was to meet Becky at the shop and show an interest in bondage wares. That had nearly floored him, but Cameron, damn him, had been so blasé about the whole thing, George had refused to show his shock.
Becky Harte and bondage—a combination guaranteed to give any guy a steel boner.
Now he was beyond glad he’d taken up the challenge. Bondage wasn’t something he’d explored much in the past, but hey, if that’s what it took to finally get Becky into bed, he was willing, able, and ready. Actually, now that he’d thought about it—and he hadn’t been able to think about much else—having Becky tied to his bed appealed to him in a dozen different ways.
There’s so much to choose from.”
George watched the expressions flicker across her face when he asked, “Do you want it rough or gentle?”
Her eyes widened comically before she gathered herself.She cleared her throat and made a point of not looking at him.“I don’t think the idea is for anyone to be roughed up, do you?”
That was a relief. He wasn’t into manhandling women at all. Just the opposite. Once he had Becky bound, he’d worship her body until she cried with the pleasure of it. He could hardly wait.
“How about the velvet cuffs? They close with Velero, so they’ll be quick and easy to use.” And he’d have her snared before she even knew what he was doing.
His cock throbbed with that thought and the accompanying image of Becky spread-eagle, naked atop his mattress, taut, trembling, waiting for what he’d do to her.
Her chin lifted. “Good idea.” She snagged up the box and held it.
“Why don’t you let me carry those for you?”
Face averted, Becky thrust her packages at him. “Thank you.”
With every second that passed, George got more
Now he’d finally have her.
George watched her pick up and examine a black velvet blindfold with shaking fingers. She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye, then lifted her chin, tucked the box under her arm, and moved on to the handcuffs.
His thoughts mired in carnal speculation, George followed.
If she wanted to wear a blindfold, that was fine and dandy with him. He liked her big blue eyes, but it was her body he was dying to see.
Maybe it would help her to hide, to not see what he was seeing. He realized now that much of her past reticence was due to inexperience. Her shock at the items sold in Wild Honey had proven that.
Or maybe she liked the idea of being blindfolded because she thought it would heighten the sense of touch and anticipation. Maybe it would feed her need to be controlled. George shrugged. He would happily oblige her.
He’d leave her wanting more.
When Cameron, another supervisor at the factory, had first approached him with this bizarre plan, George had been skeptical. He assumed Cameron had seen his lust for Becky, and was pulling a joke on him.
Cameron was due to marry Becky’s friend, Asia, and he’d claimed the women had some goofy dare going that was centered around the porn shop. Cameron had refused to reveal the details behind his and Asia’s circumstances, but he had explained that it was Becky’s turn, and Asia wanted to make sure Becky wasn’t hurt.
George wanted to make sure, too.
Both Cameron and Asia thought that by ensuring Becky’s partner—him—they could protect her from other, more unscrupulous men. Smart. The thought of Becky going off with anyone else set George on edge.
She’d been unattainable, a fantasy, for too long. Now that he was part of this plan, he’d already begun to think of her in his bed, already begun to imagine all the carnal fun he’d give her. Until she indulged his craving for her, he damn sure didn’t want any other man touching her.
After they were through … well, he just didn’t know, didn’t want to think about that right now. The idea of Becky getting down and dirty with anyone else felt repugnant.
Cameron had told George that if he was willing—ha—he was to meet Becky at the shop and show an interest in bondage wares. That had nearly floored him, but Cameron, damn him, had been so blasé about the whole thing, George had refused to show his shock.
Becky Harte and bondage—a combination guaranteed to give any guy a steel boner.
Now he was beyond glad he’d taken up the challenge. Bondage wasn’t something he’d explored much in the past, but hey, if that’s what it took to finally get Becky into bed, he was willing, able, and ready. Actually, now that he’d thought about it—and he hadn’t been able to think about much else—having Becky tied to his bed appealed to him in a dozen different ways.
There’s so much to choose from.”
George watched the expressions flicker across her face when he asked, “Do you want it rough or gentle?”
Her eyes widened comically before she gathered herself.She cleared her throat and made a point of not looking at him.“I don’t think the idea is for anyone to be roughed up, do you?”
That was a relief. He wasn’t into manhandling women at all. Just the opposite. Once he had Becky bound, he’d worship her body until she cried with the pleasure of it. He could hardly wait.
“How about the velvet cuffs? They close with Velero, so they’ll be quick and easy to use.” And he’d have her snared before she even knew what he was doing.
His cock throbbed with that thought and the accompanying image of Becky spread-eagle, naked atop his mattress, taut, trembling, waiting for what he’d do to her.
Her chin lifted. “Good idea.” She snagged up the box and held it.
“Why don’t you let me carry those for you?”
Face averted, Becky thrust her packages at him. “Thank you.”
With every second that passed, George got more
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