"This is a public place." She rubs her hand over the back of her neck which pushes her swollen nipples against the thin fabric of her dress. What I would give to suck on one right now.
I wave the server away as he approaches to take our dinner order. "Why haze? Tell me the significance of that."
"What's your safeword?"
The subtle attempt to shift the subject from herself to me brings a smile to my lips. "We're discussing your safeword right now."
"I don't know." She reaches towards a small basket of bread in the middle of the table before she pulls her hand back. "It's just a word. It's a word I wouldn’t normally say when I'm being fucked."
Hearing that word from her mouth brings my cock to immediate and full attention.
"What do you normally say when you're being fucked?"
"If you'd let me order dinner, we could eat and you might find out for yourself."
I chuckle, loudly. "Touché, Ms. Lane. Your wish is my command."
***
"I knew that it would be beautiful," she says as she takes in the view. "I imagined it would be beautiful because you're Gabriel Foster, but this is really incredible."
I reach for her hand. "I'll give you the grand tour."
She looks up and into my face. "I need to check my phone first. I'm expecting an important text."
The moment should be effectively broken by that but it's not. I heard her speaking to Garrett Ryan during dinner. The call ended with her promise to look over a document he was sending to her before night's end.
My natural instinct to understand everything in my world has kicked in but this is Isla's business and when she's ready to share, I'll be more than willing to listen, and help, if need be. I haven't asked about her dealings with Garrett, and I won't. I trust she'll offer when, and if, she feels the need.
She crosses the room towards where she'd dropped her clutch on a small table in the foyer. I watch her ass as it moves with each step of her feet. I don't know how I've controlled myself to this point. I'll need her naked and beneath me within the next ten minutes.
"I think I forgot my phone." I hear the panic in her voice. "I left it at the restaurant. It might be in the car. I need it."
I reach into my pocket to pull out my own phone. I swipe my finger across the screen before drawing up a number.
He answers on the first ring, as he always does.
"Charles, check the car. Ms. Lane has misplaced her phone. If it's not there, go back to Axel and find it."
He says something in response but I'm lost to those words and everything else as I watch Isla dump her clutch on the table, her hands frantically searching through the items.
It's all there as it was when she dropped her clutch at Skyn. Two condoms, twenty dollars, her actual driver's license this time and the handcuffs. The same shiny, new gold handcuffs rest on the table in my foyer.
I walk up behind her, reach forward and pull them into my hand just as my phone rings.
I answer the call immediately. "Thank you, Charles. I'll call down when I want you to bring the phone up."
She turns slowly as her delicate hand reaches for the handcuffs. She pulls on them gently.
"Take off your dress."
"Gabriel," she says in a faint whisper. "I want those back."
"The dress, Isla." I rub the cold metal of the handcuffs across her chin. "Strip for me now."
She nods slowly as her hands reach up and behind her neck to untie the string that is holding the entire dress in place. As she pulls on the knot, it drops to the floor, her beautiful full breasts now in full view.
"Your panties." I dip my chin down. "Take them off."
She kicks one heel off and then the other before she leans forward, slowly pulling down the sheer black panties she had on.
Like this, without any shoes on, she's at least a full foot shorter than I am. She's petite and curvy. Her body sensuous and ripe.
"Have you used these?" I dangle the cuffs from my index finger.
"No," she says quietly. "I bought those before…I bought them when I moved here."
I hold tight to them as I slide my jacket off, tossing it on the table, covering her belongings. "Did you bring them with you tonight for a reason?"
She doesn't answer. The only response is an increase in her breathing as she watches me loosen my tie before I yank it off and toss it onto my jacket.
"You enjoyed it when I bound your wrists the other night, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
My cock hardens with the words. I remove both cufflinks before I start unbuttoning my shirt. "You came so hard when I licked your sweet cunt."