This scene is from my hot novella Power Play, where Liz is giving Sergio a tour of her house. Both are naked, and Liz’s hands are bound behind her back:
Hands at her neck and the small of her back, he sat her upright. As he lifted her down, her breast swept against him and his hard cock pressed into her leg. The sudden contact stole her breath. He froze a moment, then sent her on her way with another swat on her bare bottom.
She got the idea and headed through the door into the kitchen.
“Ah, what a wonderful kitchen,” he said behind her. “And it certainly would be an appropriate place to dine, but I’d like a little more artistic atmosphere. Besides, I’d probably get carried away with all the condiments in your fridge, not to mention all the interesting torture implements—I mean, cooking implements.”
In case he wasn’t kidding, Liz hurried toward the door as best as she could with her wrists behind her back.
“Wait a minute,” he called as she stepped out of the room. She turned, but didn’t step back over the threshold. “Aren’t you going to offer me something cold to drink? No manners.”
She made a face at him. “How am I supposed to serve you? With my feet?”
He slowly dragged his eyes from her feet all the way up to her mouth, his gaze heating each spot it touched. “Oh, you’ll serve me with your entire body.” His sexual tone and all its implications made her shiver.
He pulled his gaze from her lips. “A cold drink is definitely needed.”
“There’s iced tea in the fridge, and champagne if you’d like.”
“Yes, champagne would be ideal. And ice water for when we get overheated.” He opened the large stainless steel door and considered. “There are two kinds of champagne. Which do you prefer?”
“Dom Perignon. Or whatever you want.”
He closed the door and approached her, tipping her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “What I want is for you to do exactly as I say. When I ask you a question, you must answer directly and honestly. Is that clear?”
“Will you do my bidding?”
“Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to please me?”
She gulped. “Yes.”
“Good.” He grinned. “I could get used to this.”
His hot cock touched her stomach, and that slight friction ignited a small inferno.
“We’d better eat soon,” he murmured. “I can’t wait much longer for dessert.”
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