“Get on the bed, I’ve got another surprise for you,” Dorian commanded.
Placing his hands on her shoulders Dorian guided her to the bed. There was something hanging from the centre, and it took just an instant for Carla to register the items as handcuffs. She recalled the metal link under the canopy, and the full scenario she was about to play the lead role in fell into place inside her head.
Dorian released her shoulders and slid to the left. She guessed that it was so Pete could see her. Although she now standing with her back to him, she knew that her uninvited audience was still there, enjoying the show.
“Put your hands on the bed,” he ordered.
Leaning forward she spread her hands on the bed and bent over, she was acutely aware that her bottom stuck out. “Open your legs,” Dorian instructed, “I want Pete to see what he is missing.” She shuffled her feet and parted her legs to reveal her pussy.
“Good I like that,” Dorian crooned. He reached for her and she felt his fingers enter her. Carla moaned, relishing the carnal contact. He brought his fingers out to the tips and then plunged them back into her, she was warm, slick and moist and there was no way she could hide her arousal. “Oh yes,” he uttered, “Pete is going to want some of this - any man would.”
He removed his hand, “Crawl to the centre,” he instructed, “on your hands and knees, with your legs apart.”
Edging her hands forward, she lifted her knees up and onto the bed. The mattress sagged under her weight as she clumsily crawled to the middle. She could hear Dorian’s breath shortening, as his own excitement grew. The sexual tension in the room, charged the air, she could feel it on her skin. Looking down at her arms, she was not surprised to see the small hairs were standing on end, and despite the sultry temperature of the room she had goose-pimples.
“Good,” Dorian said. “Now look up.”
Tilting her head, she saw that the handcuffs were directly above her. Her journey across the bed had disturbed them, and now they swung slightly overhead like a pendulum. Carla was mesmerised, the motion was almost hypnotic. Bright sunlight sparkled off the shiny metal cuffs sending shards of shimmering silver in every direction. They were beautiful in the sunlight.
Sit up,” Dorian rasped.
She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to quash the seed of anxiety that had taken root in the pit of her stomach. Gingerly she took her hands off the bed and slowly rose onto her knees.
“Now turn around and face Pete. I want him to see you.” Dorian had started to walk around the bed. He was now on the other side, waiting for her to move.
Inching her knees on the mattress she manoeuvred herself around so that she was now facing the windows. She could see that Pete was still there, watching, he smiled, and Carla blushed.
The scuffle behind her and the wobble of the mattress informed that Dorian had joined her on the bed. Her heart quickened and she felt her skin shrink with joint levels of both excitement and apprehension.
Dorian seemed to sense her mood, “Don’t worry,” he soothed from behind her. Taking hold of her hair that cascaded down her back he placed it over her right shoulder and brought his mouth to her now bare neck, “Remember, we can stop at any time,” he said, his lips moving against her skin, “all you have to do is say the word. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“You know what is going to happen next, don’t you?” he asked. She felt his head move, as he too looked up at the cuffs.
“Yes Master.”
“You want this to happen, don’t you?”
“Yes Master.” The words she had just uttered relinquished all control of her body and will into the hands of Dorian Saul. Free from any consequences she awaited his charge.
“Right, now raise your hands above your head,” he commanded.
Her arms felt heavy and disconnected and when she lifted them into the air she was almost afraid that she would not be able to support their weight. Lowering her head she focussed on her knees, as she tried to navigate a way through her conflicting emotions. The fingertips of her right hand lightly brushed against the backs of the fingers on her left, the touch felt alien and cold and she was frightened that her body no longer belonged to her.
Reaching over her, Dorian grabbed both her wrists in his left hand and taking the cuffs in his right he clamped them around each of her wrists above her head. The metal, cold and hard against her skin, felt permanent and unyielding in comparison to the scarves she had experienced before. The chain was not pulled taut and allowed her some movement, she pulled down on it and found that there was a slight give, but not much. Carla’s arms were staying well above her head. Now Dorian could get to all of her body and from any direction he chose and there was nothing she could do to stop him, even if she wanted to.
The mattress shifted behind her as he climbed down from the bed. She raised her head eager to know what would happen next. Pacing around the room, Dorian’s eyes never left her body as he was drinking her in, every inch of her. Under his scrutiny she felt her pussy twitch and her nipples harden as her arousal surfaced. Dorian stopped at the side of the bed, looking at her full frontal and blocking Pete’s view. He was smiling, obviously pleased with what he was seeing.
“How anyone can resist a treat like you, I will never know,” he said, running his tongue along his top lip.