I stood behind her and let the blindfold go. The gift bag dropped on the floor as she looked around.
A hand went to her mouth. “What is all this? It’s beautiful, just breathtaking.”
She turned to me, and I grabbed her hand.
“It’s our own room for when we’re here at the club. Everything is new, including the mattress, even though I was the only one who had ever slept on the previous one. I hope you like it.”
“I love it. Thank you. I’m speechless. No one has ever done something like this for me before.”
Ainsley turned and hugged me tightly. Her words warmed my heart. She deserved the best of everything. I nodded toward the Tantra Chair. “Did you see I got us one of our favorite pieces of furniture?”
Her eyes lit up, and she left my grasp. She walked over to the chair and lightly touched the champagne bottle in the bucket next to it. She kept looking at the entire room in disbelief.
When she looked at me, the joy in her eyes told me how happy she was. She was happy with me. She wanted me.
Ainsley ran back to me and put her hands around my neck as she kissed me. The kiss was beginning to become heated as my hands started drifting to the zipper of her skirt. Then, I remembered we had her gift to open.
Fuck, I want her now.
I struggled with what to do as I unzipped her skirt and it bellowed down to her ankles. My hand started tracing the tops of her panties barely dipping inside to feel her flat stomach.
She pulled back from my lips slightly. “Thank you for making me feel special. Take me. Make me yours again, Adam.”
I retracted my hand slowly just when I was about to reach her sex. She started to protest as I walked us back to the bed. “There’s a gift for you on the bed, baby.”
“Don’t stop.”
Her breasts were heaving. My hands went to the hem of her tight shirt and I pulled it over her head, leaving a paper-thin bra that only accentuated her nipples. I began tracing the hardened points through the fabric. She pushed her breasts into my hands, needing more. She was learning more about absorbing the desire to make it better.
As I was still touching her, I said, “You’ll like your present. Go ahead and open it.”
She only pushed harder into my hands. “Adam…”
I stopped touching her. “I want our first time in our new room to be special.”
My words and lack of connection through our touch seemed to clear some of the fog. Ainsley gave me a gorgeous smile as her powder-blue eyes danced with excitement.
She crawled up onto the middle of the bed. I liked seeing her happy even though all I wanted to do right now is get on the damn Tantra Chair. She undid the big red bow and lifted off the box lid. She peeled back the tissue paper stuff with the red paper rose petals the store had added. I would never understand all that extra shit people added to presents since they were just thrown away afterward. Her eyes lit up as she ran her hands along the silk. In the box was a blue-and-black corset set.
Her eyes met mine. “I love it. I’ve never had anything this beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby. You’re more beautiful than the lingerie could ever be, and you’re going to look sexy as hell.”
Her tight body was going to be hot in that getup.
Her fingers caressed the fabric. “So beautiful.” She turned to me, still on the bed touching her new lingerie. “Open your gift.”
I took the gift bag off the floor and pulled out all the frilly paper shit. In it was a rope. I looked at her questioningly.
“I want you to tie me up to the Tantra Chair while you take me.”
She was making my fantasy from Twenty Questions a reality.
Fuck.
Me.
The room was filled with flowers.
Our room.
That term kept echoing in my mind, and I liked the sound of it. I was overwhelmed as I took in everything. No one had ever done something like this for me. The feel of the blue-and-black silk corset set was luxurious. I was hardly able to speak because a word Adam wasn’t ready to hear bubbled to my lips every time. He had possessed me and made me his in a way I never knew possible.
A few feet away, Adam was watching me with a fire that was ready to consume everything in its path. I was glad I had taken that shot to put some alcohol in my system, so I wouldn’t focus on trying to analyze Adam’s gesture right now as love.
I stood up from the bed and walked over to Adam a couple of feet away. “I need to change. Give me ten minutes and come back.” I’d never worn one of these before, and it looked like it would take me a while to get into it.
“I could help you change.” His voice was low and sultry as he touched the exposed area of my already unbuttoned skirt.
Slipping my hands underneath his T-shirt, feeling his hardening muscles, I responded, “I know, but I want to surprise you.”
If we continued to touch each other, I wouldn’t have a chance to try on the blue corset. I took a few steps back to distance myself from Adam, and he looked as agitated as I felt.
“You’ve got two minutes, and then I’m coming in and taking you, Ainsley.” His voice was serious.
My hands went to the front snap of my bra, and Adam took another half-step toward me.
“No. You have to leave first.”
“Fuck that shit, Ainsley.”
I unsnapped my bra. “Go. Give me a few minutes. I’ll make it worth your while. The anticipation will make it better.”
He blew out a breath as he looked down at my now bare breasts.
I encouraged him to be patient. “It’ll be worth the wait, Adam.”
Without a word, he turned to walk out of the room, and I started changing quickly.
From his office, he called out, “I’m a dying man in here, Ainsley. Hurry up. Two minutes, and I’m coming in.”
I giggled and yelled into the other room, “All good things come to those who wait! Be patient.”
“I bet good things would still come to me if I went ahead and came in.” He sounded a little pained.
“You said you wanted our first time in here to be special.”
I heard him curse in the other room, and I smiled to myself, trying to squelch the laugh. After snapping the last garter to my corset, I walked over to the Tantra Chair and sat down with one leg bent.
I took the blindfold and tied it over my eyes before calling, “Come on in.”
The world was black, but I heard the door open, and then the lock snapped into place. A moment of silence ensued. I normally welcomed the quiet, but I was nervous as to what Adam was thinking.
Does he like what he sees?
His voice was low and sultry as he said, “Don’t be nervous, Ainsley. You’re beautiful. I want to savor you in this moment and sear this vision into my mind forever.”
I tried to lie perfectly still as I felt Adam undressing me with his eyes. More footsteps followed, and then a soft, hypnotic melody began filling the room. It had a soothing, erotic sound with the low pulses. A drawer opened, and then there were more footsteps.
His voice broke through the sound feeding the growing desire within me. “I’m going to tie you to the Tantra Chair, baby. If you want me to let you go at any time, say so. Don’t think you have to see this through because of me.”
I arched my chest up, pleading with Adam to touch me. His fingertips touched the top of my corset where the tops of my breasts were visible.
I shivered. “I promise. I want this with you.”
“I’m going to put handcuffs on you and then use rope to tie the other end of the cuff to the chair. They’re padded, so it shouldn’t hurt if you need to pull on it. Okay?”
I nodded and then the cuff went around my right wrist. A few seconds later, my hand became stretched in a downward angle toward the floor.
“Move your hand. Is that okay?”
I tested the restraint. It was comfortable but secure. “Yes, it’s fine. Hurry.”
He walked over to the
other side and started to repeat the process. “I’m not going to hurry. Feel the desire building, baby.”
My left hand became bound, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Are you thirsty, Ainsley?”
Before I had a chance to answer, the cork from the champagne made that popping noise, and I heard liquid splashing on the floor.
“Open your mouth, baby.”