The room had everything a couple would need to enact a full-on scene. There was a St. Andrew’s Cross, an expensive, obviously custom made padded spanking bench, a four-poster bed with manacles and a sling, and a toy chest almost as tall as Colin. He opened a drawer and found an assortment of floggers.
“Oooh! Lemme see!” Eden reached around him for the flogger, the soft strands of leather brushing the skin of his forearm as she picked it up.
“You’re not gonna whip me, are you?” he asked, his tone resigned. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t taken a whip to him before. His wife had a way with such toys, but since he wasn’t really into pain, they didn’t scene very often. Usually, Colin had to be in the mood to up the ante on their sex play and indulge his wife’s urge to dominate.
Golden eyes gazed at him in amusement. “Not looking forward to red hot cheeks, are we?”
Colin made a face. “I wasn’t expecting it, no.”
“Oh, c’mon.” She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow…hard. “You know you want to.”
He eyed the flogger. Actually, he didn’t want to. He was stone cold sober and hadn’t been expecting her to blindside him with a night of play. He’d had a long ass day at the cemetery dealing with a marketing plan gone awry because his assistant Corey was on vacation. He’d been looking forward to a pizza, some wine, and a swim, not hurried leftovers and a trip to her cousin’s house for a flogging.
He sighed. “I love playing with you, but I’m not really in the mood to have my ass whipped, flogged, or paddled,” he told her. “I already got that at work today.”
Sympathy instantly warmed his wife’s golden eyes. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him softly. “I’m sorry, babe. We don’t have to do this tonight. They’ll be gone a couple of weeks. We can come back.”
Her supple hip bumped his innocently, but Colin’s cock suddenly responded, his nostrils filling with the scent of her arousal. He turned his head, and his gaze snagged on the bed. Or rather, the manacles.
“Maybe we don’t have to,” he murmured, taking the flogger from her and putting it back in the drawer. He opened another drawer and found all sorts of feathers, silk scarves, and other assorted items that might be used on naked skin. An idea formed in his mind, and he took the flogger back out and dropped it next to the feathers.
“Take your clothes off. I need to see that pretty pink pussy.”
His low tone had his wife’s brows rising. Her lips curved up next. “Yes, sir!” she said and began to wriggle out of her clothes. “What do you want?”
“I don’t want to do the work,” he stated bluntly. “But in order to add some spice to that, I’m gonna let you chain me to the bed. You can take advantage of me there and my butt stays lily white. ‘Cept for the sheet burns, of course.” Colin winked at her and watched her smile turn sly and seductive.