Page 65 of Risky Play

“We don’t have to use them if you don’t want to, but I figured we could try cuffing your hands above your head. These are velcro, so if you’re uncomfortable, you can get yourself out.” He took the package out of my hands and pulled out two pieces of thick cloth that had a hook on the end. “I bought the straps too. We can use them later if you want to be tied to the bed.”

“Matt…” I breathed.

He set the restraints on the bed and cupped my face. “Sweet pea, we don’t need to use any of this if you don’t want to. But you said you wanted to test out your fantasies, and I’ll do what you want. So let’s talk about safe words and hard limits.”

My words were a tangled web in my throat. “I...wow. Matt, Um.”

He looked into my eyes. “We can set this aside for another time.”

“I want to use them.”

His eyebrows rose high, and I felt embarrassment heat my face. “You sure, sweet pea?”

I nodded.

“Safe word?”

I chewed my lip. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Do we need one?”

He nodded. “This is all about safety and consent. Pick a safe word, any word, you say it, and we stop.”

“Muffin,” I said.

“Muffin?” he asked with a laugh.

I shrugged. “I don’t know! It was the first thing I thought of. You need one, too.”

“Cupcake.”

I laughed. “Okay, so hard limits…You can slap my ass, but I don’t think I want to be whipped or have anything but a hand used on me. I want to be restrained, but I don’t think I want anything further than that. Like we don’t need to be doing a ‘scene’ or anything like that.”

“Okay, I can work with that.”

“What about you?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want, I’m game.”

I leaned up and kissed him. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything yet.”

“For being so cool about this and wanting to experiment with me. You did research…” I trailed off as a realization dawned on me. “Oh my God! You took one of my books.”

A sly smile crossed his face. “Guilty.”

“Ass! You could have asked.”

“Next time. What say we get you out of these clothes, huh?”

“Yes, please!”

He leaned down and took my mouth. He didn’t just kiss me; he took control of my mouth, branding me with his lips. And I let him because it was what I wanted most. I slid my hand down his sweater as we kissed, feeling the tight muscles of his chest. His hands roamed down my sides until he slid one up my dress.

He pulled back when he came across my bare flesh. “Maddie,” he hissed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pushed his sweater over his head.

“I thought you were a good girl?” he asked.