Chapter 1: Introduction
Roxanne's hand skimmed over Chase's chest, tracing the outline of hardening muscles. She pulled her body flush against him, the smooth expanse of her stomach rippling against his in rhythm with their deep inhales and exhales.
"Have you ever tried it?" She asked, nibbling his ear seductively.
The flush from her lips warmed his skin, and he shivered, swallowing hard. "Hm? Tried what?"
She chuckled darkly, the sound rolling down his spine and pooling in his core.
"Handcuffs, Chase."
His throat went dry, and he looked at her, eyes wide with apprehension and curiosity. "D-do people really do that sort of thing?"
Roxanne shrugged, an enigmatic smile playing on her full lips. "We could if you want." She reached out, grabbing his wrist and placing it above his head. "Imagine how powerless you'd be."
Chase gulped, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile.
He was a man of routine, who reveled in control. The thought of relinquishing that control was unsettling - yet intriguing.
Roxanne leaned closer, whispering in his ear, "You could let go. Surrender yourself to me."
The dark blue of his eyes imbued with uncertainty, he hesitated. But the way Roxanne moved, the confidence she radiated, calmed his nerves. Perhaps this was just one more step in the dance they had been tangoing for years. Maybe this bold adventure would bring them closer together.
That's what he told himself as he tentatively agreed, consent heavy in his soft murmur. His fingertips grazed her cheek before tucking a strand of fiery hair behind her ear. Electricity tingled at the point of connection, coursing up his arm.
Roxanne rolled over, her lithe body stretching, muscles contracting and expanding. She glanced back at Chase, her eyes flickering with anticipation. "Oh, I am so ready for you." Her voice, smooth as velvet, was laced with excitement.
Chase found himself unable to resist, his curiosity piqued and determination steeled.
He extricated himself from her luxurious embrace, kneeling on all fours on the plush carpet. Roxanne rose from their tangle of sheets, a goddess emerging from the primordial ooze. She moved with fluid grace, hips swaying.
Rummaging through the top drawer of their shared nightstand, she held two spheres connected by chain, a devious glint in her eye.
She dangled the plush handcuffs before Chase, who swallowed nervously. His pulse quickened, the idea of the unknown setting heart ablaze.
He held out a trembling hand, “Okay. You’re on.”
Her grin bloomed, a flash of white against red-stained teeth, taking his limp wrist. Roxanne secured one end of the cuffs, tugging the metal tight before casting him another sultry glance.
The cold tightness settled on Chase’s skin, a strangeness that set him on edge.