Chapter 1

I straddle him on the bed, the cooling folds of my latex dress resting against his warm skin.

I know he would reach for me if he could - if it weren’t for the rope delicately binding his hands above his head.

He’s giving me that look. I know it well.

Our silent stares speak a thousand words, filling the room with an electricity that seems to hum between us.

In one hand, I hold a beautiful metal sound. Metal has always been his preference; I understand why. Just like the metal ring adorning him, it suits him somehow.

I take hold of him and smile.

Then I begin.

I reach for the lubricant, applying it generously, deliberately taking my time. My gloved fingers glisten as I work it over the metal, making absolutely certain he can see exactly what I’m doing.

I watch his face.

I want him to know that every movement is intentional.

I bring the tip closer, teasing the moment before allowing it to descend slowly.

His breath catches.

I look up at him, watching every flicker of emotion cross his face as the moment unfolds.

And I realise, with a quiet smile, just how much I want him.