Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

“They’re a real work of art. Look at them closely.”

Lindsey examined the cuffs. The buckles and O-rings looked like they were made of real gold. And hanging from each of the O-rings was a small, round tag engraved with the same letters that were on the lid of the box. Lindsey read them out loud. “C.R.”

“My initials,” Camilla said. “You’re all mine now. You’ll wear these whenever we’re in here.”

Lindsey’s stomach fluttered. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Camilla drew her close and pressed her lips against Lindsey’s. The kiss rippled through Lindsey’s body. Her Mistress pushed herself between Lindsey’s knees and slid a hand up the front of her thigh. Lindsey’s dress bunched up around her hips. She held onto the edge of the table, steadying herself against Camilla’s dizzying passion.

“These cuffs aren’t just for show,” Camilla said. “We’re going to test them out. But first, let’s get you out of that dress.”

Camilla pulled Lindsey off the table and untied the belt around her waist. She turned around for Camilla to unzip it at the back. Why had she chosen such a fiddly dress?

Camilla tugged at the zipper. An irritated growl emerged from her chest.

Lindsey peered over her shoulder. “Is it stuck?”

“Yes,” Camilla said. “But it’s an easy problem to solve.”

Without hesitation, Camilla grabbed the top of the dress with both hands and tore it down the seam next to the zipper. The strapless dress fell down around Lindsey’s hips.

Lindsey gasped. Camilla had just destroyed the absurdly expensive dress that Lindsey had spent half of Saturday picking out. But Camilla had paid for it after all. It was hers. Lindsey was hers.

And nothing turned Lindsey on more.

She spun back around to find her Mistress’s eyes filled with fire. A thrill went through Lindsey’s body. Camilla wanted her. To own her, to possess her, to make Lindsey hers. She tugged Lindsey’s dress all the way down to the floor, then tore off her own blouse and slacks. Then she drew Lindsey in and smothered her with her lips. Her hands traveled up the side of Lindsey’s chest to cradle her breast through her thin silk bra.

“Wait,” Camilla pulled back and looked Lindsey up and down, her eyes lingering on the pale blue bra and panties Lindsey wore. “Where did you get these?”

The lingerie. Lindsey had been so caught up in the moment that she’d forgotten all about it. “I bought them for you.”

“Did you now?” Camilla scrutinized her silently.

“They’re a gift for you, Mistress,” Lindsey said. “Do you like them?”

Camilla walked around Lindsey in a circle, inspecting her from every angle. “I do like them. You look good enough to eat.” She backed Lindsey against the table slowly. “It’s a pity I’m going to have to take it all off.”

Camilla unclipped Lindsey’s bra and tossed it aside, then drew a hand up Lindsey’s bare chest. Her other hand slid down to Lindsey’s silk panties, which were already wet. Lindsey shivered.

Camilla slipped a finger into the side of Lindsey’s panties, fingering her slit. “Do you want your Mistress to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” Lindsey hadn’t forgotten that Camilla had forbidden her from cursing, but apparently, the rule didn’t apply to Camilla. Lindsey wasn’t about to argue. Hearing her prim and proper Mistress talk dirty was hot as hell.

Camilla stepped back. “Bend over the table and raise your arms up to the corners.”

Lindsey did as her Mistress instructed. The solid wood of the tabletop felt cold against her breasts. Those puzzling leather straps that matched the cuffs on Lindsey’s wrists were still sitting on the table in front of her.

Camilla walked over to a cabinet and pulled out two short coils of rope. One by one, she looped a length of rope through the gold ring on each of Lindsey’s cuffs and tied them in place. Then she took the other ends of the ropes and tied them around the legs of the table where they met the tabletop.

Lindsey was left bound to the table, bent at the waist, her ass sticking out. The ropes had some give, but it wasn’t enough for her to stand or change position. All she could do was wait patiently for her Mistress to give her what she desperately needed.

Camilla picked up the tangle of leather straps from the table and held them up. “Now is the perfect time to test this out.”

Lindsey stared at the straps. They looked like some kind of harness. And there was a large gold ring at the front of it all.

Oh. Oh.

Lindsey was pretty experienced when it came to sex. But this was one thing she’d never tried, for obvious reasons.