Paradise Found

His local?

We must live close to one another.

Why have I never seen him before? I know I would have noticed someone like him there.

“That was my first time there. I was on my way to visit a friend,” I lied.

He nods. “I’m truly sorry, Elle.”

I know he is because I can see it on his face. Most men wouldn’t give a shit over my concerns, but he listened to me and empathized. As far as I am concerned now, what’s done is done. It’s going to suck giving up that café, but it’s for the best.

“Are you sorry?” I say, in a teasing tone raising a brow at him, hoping he catches my drift.

“Sosorry. I’d do anything to make it up to you,” he adds. The curve of his lip lets me know that he’s caught on to the plan.

“Anything?” I ask.

“Yes, anything. I am your humble slave.” He smirks.

“Then get on your knees,” I command.

He does as he’s told and instantly drops before me.

“What would happen if I brought another man in here to fuck me right in front of you as your penance?”

The deepest growl falls from his lips as he stares up at me.

Nope, he doesn’t look too pleased with that idea.

“A woman then?” I tease him.

He doesn’t say a thing, which gives me so many ideas as a smile falls across my face.

“Are you okay with being tied up?” I ask as I stare down at him.

“By you, yes, by someone else, no,” he tells me honestly.

That’s fair. “And you trust me?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good! Now get up and lay down on the bed,” I command in a domineering tone. He does as he’s told and scrambles onto the bed. “Take off your clothes.” He does so quickly before kicking them off the bed. I press the hidden button, and chains fall down the posts of the four-poster bed. He swallows hard as he stares at the silver chains. “I promise you will like what I have planned. You watched something similar the last time we were together.”

He nods absentmindedly as he looks down at where I begin cuffing his ankles to the bed.

“Are you okay with this?” I ask again as I cuff the other ankle.

“Yes,” he answers, his voice gravelly with need as his dick stands to attention before me.

I walk around, grab his wrist, cuffing one, then walk over to the other side and do the same. I ask him again if he’s okay, and he reassures me he is.

I press another hidden button that tightens the chains, spreading him out. I ask him again if this is okay, and he gives me a nod, but I can see he’s dancing the fine line between panic and desire.

So, I grab the tablet off the side table and type in a message to Vixen, asking her to come join me. I know she’s working tonight, and we always have fun together. I get a message right back letting me know she will be in the room in ten minutes.

I walk on over to the wall where all the toys are hanging, pick up the feather, and step back over to him. I drag the white feather up over his taut body, which has him straining against his cuffs. Mr. King bites his bottom lip as I tease his dick with the feather. I keep teasing him repeatedly until he curses me for it, which only makes me chuckle.

The door to the room opens, and Vixen walks in. She’s dressed in the same black slip dress I am. Her jet-black hair is pulled up into a high pony. Her makeup is dark and dangerous with sleek winged eyeliner and red lips. She looks like a ’40s bombshell.