“Come here,” he ordered. Megan sauntered in his direction. Besides the bedroom, he didn’t order her to do anything. She was her own woman and could speak her mind or cuss him out if he’d stepped out of line. “Sit on my lap the way I like you to sit.”
“Shhh, don’t disobey me. You know the rules,” he said locking a piercing gaze with her. Megan placed her legs across his lap and sat. His hands rubbed her back. She had lost weight. Megan was never super slim but had more meat on her bones than she had now. He could feel the bones of her spine through the thin material of the nightshirt. “What have I done to you?” He whispered holding his forehead against hers.
She whispered back. “It’s not you but everyone else. I wish we could leave Cleveland and go somewhere no one could find us. Escape into our own little world and never leave.”
“What would we do there? Live off love?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what we would do.”
Then she kissed him, it was hard, deep, and passionate and laced with so much desire that the idea of her cheating on him instantly left his head. Megan clung to him, keeping her body tight against him.
“I need you Ryan and I want total control,” she whispered against his ear after breaking the kiss.
Her hands were between their bodies. He heard the distinct sound of his zipper being undone. It didn’t take him long to become fully erect thanks to Lolita’s pre-stimulation. The kitchen chair squeaked under their weight. “How do you want to control me?”
“Are you giving me control?”
“I’ll give it to you this once. Make me beg for you, Megan.” His voice was hoarse with desire.
With those words, Megan got off his lap. “Stay there.”
She disappeared from the kitchen and returned moments later with a pair of fuzzy black handcuffs in her hand. “Lift your arms up,” she instructed.
Ryan hesitated. “Where did you get those?”
She smiled dangling the handcuffs in front of his face. “Baby, you can’t have control all of the time.”
He grinned. “I must be rubbing off on you?”
She shook her head. “No. I have a little freak in me too, but you never let me play the dominate role. Now take off the shirt and put your hands behind your back.”
“Those things look small. My wrists are too big and they might get stuck,” he complained.
“You’re a firefighter. I’m sure you’ll get them off if they get stuck. Stop talking and put your hands behind your back.”
“Are you going to say please?”
“Then please,” she said barely able to contain the bubble of joy in her voice She went behind the chair and snapped the cuffs on his wrists. They barely closed. “Are they too tight?”
“I’ll manage.” He grunted as her weight landed in his lap.
She pushed herself to her knees, straddling him. “Promise, let me do all the work?”
He laughed. “Baby, you have total control.”