The Deal

Naomi's breath caught in her throat. She fidgeted with her hands then rested them on her hips to keep them still. "It's hard to concentrate on business when you say such things."

"Don't worry. I'll stay out of the picture until Friday evening. Then you're all mine." His eyes were filled with suggestion. He seemed to relish the boundary he was creating between their public business and private pleasure.

She countered it carefully. "I look forward to it."

He remained silent for a moment, then rested back in his chair. It made him look regal. "What are you thinking about?"

Being your willing slave. They'd been apart for just a few days and she was longing for him – unable to keep him out her thoughts for a single moment. "I'm thinking about you and me, together."

He arched a brow. "You're going to have to be more specific."

"I'm sure you can guess. You're just playing with me"

"I can't get my hands on you. I'll employ whatever means necessary to play with you as best I can."

"You make it sound like a game."

"I suppose it is. When we're together it's ritualistic, sacred. Long distance I have to make do with this." He gestured at the screen. "Humor me…or else I'll have to fly to Scotland and spank the details out of you."

Naomi tried to stifle her moan of longing, but didn't quite manage it. The thought of his hands on her in such a way affected her as if he was standing right there, about to slap her behind. Need throbbed between her legs.

"Oh my, you are in a bad way." He lounged back in his chair, smiling. He looked panther-like.

The pulse in her groin beat in a staccato rhythm. "I can't think straight because I'm so turned on by what you're saying."

"In that case let me guess…"

She could tell he reveled in his ability to push her buttons.

"Some kinky scenario involving restraint and punishment?"

She groaned. Everything he said only made her situation worse. She was fatally aroused and would have to come soon. He knew that, of course. He could read her like a book.

"It's much simpler than that. The cuffs, The Willing Slave cuffs. They're so precious to me. Just the thought of wearing them for you turns me on." Desire led her, but pride forced her to assert herself. She took a deep breath, straightening in her seat. "But right now you're in London and I'm in Edinburgh, and you're in no position to take charge of me at the moment."

He smiled, moving in toward the webcam again. "That sounds like a challenge."

It is. Heat traversed her body. She was palpating in expectation.

Before she had a chance to respond, he continued. "You think I can't make you submit to my every whim over Skype? You think it has to be in person?"

There was no answer, because he'd already taken charge of her. "Lucas..."

"Have you been thinking about wearing the cuffs for me a lot?"

Every day, every night, every minute. She couldn't answer. She was thinking about how symbolic the cuffs were. He'd allowed her to choose them, and in doing so she chose her fate. When she had them on she offered him her total submission.

"Naomi, I want you to tell me." It was a command.

She squirmed on her chair. How did he turn her into a helpless lust-stricken woman just through the commanding tone of voice? "I thought about you, and shut my eyes and imagined…."

"Specifics, please."

"Everything we've done," she said quickly. Images shot through her mind. She attempted to focus on one in order to answer him "Me, straddling you in the hotel in Edinburgh for example." Saying it aloud left her light-headed. She was right back there, sitting on his glorious cock. Her core contracted with need. "I think someone was watching," she blurted.

"And d

id you like that, being seen?"