With a wink, Jake wished her luck and began to tug on the rope. Rebecca pulled her knees in tighter, closed her eyes, and prayed for courage.
When the movement stopped, Rebecca took one last deep breath and slid the panel open.
Kane’s struggles ceased at the whisper of sound. Rebecca’s eyes grew huge at the sight of her husband secured to the bed by his hands and feet. He’d been stripped down to nothing, with naught but a light cotton sheet covering him.
“Oh, my,” she said, surprised at the sultry sound of her own voice as an unexpected heat rushed through her body. She’d never seen Kane like this before; he’d always been the dominant one – so strong, so capable, so commanding. But now...
His eyes gleamed in the dim light at the sight of her. The rest of his body grew perfectly still, with one exception. There was no way to conceal his reaction upon seeing her in the sheer, exotic nightie. It was a good one.
“Release me,” he hissed, his muscles bulging in protest.
“Ssshhhh,” she said, putting her fingers to her lips and giving him a devilish smile. “If you make any noise, they’ll find me and make me go away.” Any lingering doubts she had vanished in that instant as the true potential of the night hit her. This, she decided then and there, would be fun.
She didn’t go to him at first. Instead, she removed the two dozen or so scented candles from her little black bag and proceeded to place and light them until the entire room was bathed in a soft glow. His eyes never left her.
Next, she went back to her bag and removed a bottle of warming massage lotion. The strain on the restraints was audible as Kane tried to reach for her.
“Oh my,” she said again, her eyes focusing on the very definite tent in the sheet. “What’s got you so worked up?”
There was no mistaking the growl that rumbled from deep within his chest, nor the voracious look in his eyes. Rebecca carefully pulled back the sheet, making sure that it caressed his engorged shaft in the process. Kane jerked against his restraints, but his brothers had done an exceptional job in securing him. After several moments, Rebecca felt safe approaching him.
She began with his chest, drizzling a little of the oil upon it and using slow strokes to distribute it evenly, feeling it warm beneath her hands. Her heart beat furiously in her chest; she felt lightheaded with power. She avoided his eyes and the unspoken commands that she knew would still bring her to her knees if she would allow it.
Rebecca took her time, kissing, massaging, tasting every inch of him. From his chest she moved to his shoulders, straddling herself just above him. Enough that he could feel her heat, that he could scent and sense the wetness coating her inner thighs, that he could just barely skim tender flesh if he thrust himself upward in a desperate arch.
From his shoulders she moved to his arms, stretched and secured above his head. She whimpered at the flexing steel beneath her fingers, tempting his mouth with her barely covered breasts, but forced herself to continue.
His abs jerked inward as she reversed her straddle and began tending to the lower half of his body, giving him a perfect view of her behind, of the silk thong beneath the sheer nightie as she leaned over and ran her hands over his massive, muscular legs.
It was only after she had coated and massaged his entire body that she placed herself between his legs and allowed herself to look into his eyes again. He had gone perfectly still; his eyes glowed like lasers, burning her all the way to her soul. She would be punished for this, she knew, but it was a punishment she would gladly endure for this chance to love and explore him in this way. Until this moment, Kane had always been in control.
Now it was her turn.
His cock bobbed and strained for her. Rebecca reached for it, snatching her hands back when he growled at her again.
“Naughty, naughty,” she whispered softly, her heady lust – and the titanium restraints – giving her courage. “Now you’ll have to wait even longer.”
She sat up between his spread-eagled legs and slowly began an erotic striptease. By the time the last piece of cloth had been shed, Kane was covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscles so tense he looked like he could snap at any moment. It was then that she took the bottle of massage oil...
... and used it on herself.
It felt strange, at first, to be touching herself that way. To let her hands glide seductively over her own breasts, to caress her belly, to reach between her thighs. It was impossible to keep the soft moans and whimpers completely silent when she saw the effect it was having on him, driving him mad.
When she had finished this phase of her torture, she extended her hands again, stopping before actually touching him. “Are you going to be a good boy?” she asked, keeping her voice low and husky.
Kane swallowed.
“Are you?” she asked again.