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."
Her breath hitches as her hands dive to her pussy.
"You're a slow learner, Isla." I push the shirt from my body. "Your body is mine to touch."
Her eyes roam my broad chest, stopping to rest on my firm stomach. "Is that mine to touch?"
I can't hide the smile that drifts over my lips as I unbuckle my belt. "This is all yours to touch but only when I say so. Understood?"
Her eyes stay trained to my hands as I lower my zipper. "I understand. It's all mine."
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Isla
"Haze," I repeat the word back to him as I pull softly on the handcuffs around my wrists. "I remember but I won't say it. I won't need to say it."
He kisses me again, his lips lingering longer this time. After he'd pulled my legs up and around his waist, he'd carried me to his bed. This room is different than the one we shared the other night. This is decorated warmly with beautiful art and exquisite furnishings.
After he'd settled me on my back, he'd taken the handcuffs and closed one around my right wrist. I whimpered, but it wasn't out of fear. It came from a place inside that I can't control. It's excitement, laced with need and want.
He'd looped the short gold chain through one of the railings on his wrought iron headboard. He kissed my left palm and then my wrist before he closed the cuff around it.