Page 40 of Not Safe For Work

He extended his arm. I grasped his wrist and turned it so his forearm was up. Gently, I touched the wheel to his skin, gave him a couple of seconds to get used to the idea and then rolled it across his forearm.

“Hmm.” He curled and straightened his fingers, the muscles rippling beneath the skin. “Doesn’t seem too bad.”

“Well. Not on your arm.”

Rick blinked. “Where else exactly—” His eyes darted to the wheel in my hand. Then to me.

I grinned. “You game?”

He shot the wheel another wary glance. “I’m…yeah. Yeah, I’m game.”

“I thought so.” I laid the wheel back in the box. “Which one do you want me to use?”

He looked them over again. Eventually, he selected another single wheel, this one with slightly duller spikes than the one I’d used on him. “How about this one?”

“All right.” I took it from him and slid it into my back pocket. Then I cleared the cuffs and box from the bed. “Now you’re going to strip, and then I want you to lie down on your back.”

Without hesitation, he peeled off his shirt. I had everything set up and ready to go, so I stood back and watched, enjoying every second of this man getting naked against the backdrop of my home dungeon. I almost wished those painted-on windows were real, if only so someone might walk past and see Rick Pierce stepping out of those snug jeans or sliding his boxers over his hips.

He folded his clothes and stacked them neatly on the floor by the footboard. Fully naked, he faced me, but then jumped as if he’d suddenly remember there was one more step he hadn’t yet completed. He lay back on the bed as ordered and gazed up at me.

From my other pocket, I withdrew a black satin blindfold and handed it to him. “Put this on.”

He gave it an uncertain glance, but then slid it down over his eyes.

“I’m going to cuff your wrists and ankles,” I said. “Safe word again?”

“Red.”

“Good.” I patted his thigh, and he tensed, sucking in a sharp breath. “You all right?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just, uh, never know where you’re going to touch me.”

“That’s the idea.” I drew a fingertip alongside his cock, prompting a delicious gasp. “Keeps you guessing.”

He bit his lip.

I picked up the first pair of cuffs. As much as I loved using ropes—there were few things sexier than a man wrapped up in rope—tonight was a night for cuffs. With a toy like this, I wanted as much of his skin exposed as possible. More room for me to play, and more room for him to wonder where the wheel would come down next.

I closed one cuff around his wrist, and secured the other to the bedpost. “These have a quick release tab. Make sure you can open that.”

He twisted his arm slightly and found the tab with his thumb. The bracelet fell open, letting his hand fall to the bed.

“Good,” I said, and fastened it to the bed again. “You can use your safe word at any time, but you can also get loose if you need to.”

He nodded but didn’t speak. As I cuffed first his hands, then his ankles, to their respective corners of the bed, he didn’t make a sound.

Once he was secured, I stepped back to admire my handiwork for a moment. Though silver bracelets weren’t nearly as sexy as ropes, this was still hot. Just like how Rick was jaw-droppingly sexy in a suit but still made my knees weak in jeans and a golf shirt, the way he wore cuffs was enough to make my heart skip. Especially in this spread-eagle position.

I pulled the Wartenberg wheel from my pocket and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Rick shifted a little, the cuffs clinking against the metal frame.

For the longest time, I did nothing. He had to have known I was there since he hadn’t heard me leave and he’d apparently felt the mattress dip, but with the blindfold in place and no sounds to give away my next move, he had no way of knowing what was next.

I touched the Wartenberg wheel to the middle of his abs. Instantly, every muscle in his body tensed, his abs pulling tight as he gasped. As I rolled it up the center toward his chest and onto his breastbone, his spine lifted off the bed, pushing his skin against the spikes.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“It’s…” He shivered. “Different.”