Our Erotic Arranged Marriage

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Chapter One

 

“How did you two meet?”

Lyn smiled and glanced at her husband. “It was an arranged marriage.”

Ana nearly spat out her drink. “You’re kidding me!”

Bruce sighed in annoyance at his wife. “It wasn’t an arranged marriage. Our parents just set us up on a date.”

“So I guess it went well,” Ana replied.

“Oh, it went more than well,” said Lyn. “Want to hear the dirty details?”

Ana looked at the woman she had been conversing with. Lyn was short with a round face made rounder by her blonde hair cut into a bob. Lyn had full breasts and hips, which was obvious because she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing other than leather wrist cuffs, matching ankle cuffs, and a collar around her neck.

“Of course I want to hear the dirty details.”

 

The last thing Lyn wanted to do was go out on a date set up by her mother with one of her mother’s friends. Without doubt the man she had been set up with was either a square or so fully engaged in her family’s church he’d be more boring than a sinless Sunday.

It wasn’t that Bruce was bad looking, maybe the glasses gave him a nerdy appearance, but other than that he was perfectly fine. Not that she had any right to be overly choosy. When Lyn looked into the mirror she saw that she was nothing more than average. Her round face didn’t help her appearance, but at least she could dress nicely and engage in pleasant conversation.

Except Bruce didn’t seem very interested in conversation. They had quickly exhausted greeting pleasantries, discussed the food on the restaurant’s menu, ordered drinks, discussed their jobs, and complained about how their mothers had set them up on this date. All of that and the waiter had just taken their orders. 

It was going to be a long, uncomfortable dinner.

To fill in the sudden silence Bruce just started talking. No one wanted to hear about his car troubles, but he was rather proud of the fact that he had changed his own headlight, a process that took two hours and involved the removal of the front bumper, but the dealership wanted $250 to change a light bulb and he wasn’t going to shell out the money for that.

“So, yeah, I saved myself a couple hundred bucks,” he concluded just as Lyn’s cell phone text alert loudly sounded. “Oh thank god,” he said with a wry smile, “an interruption to this date that is going horribly.”

She glanced at him with an open mouth for a second, and then pulled her phone from her purse. “I’m sorry, I just have to check my messages,” she mumbled, knowing the barely offered excuse was lame if not outright insulting.

Her eyes went wide when she read the message. Bruce was impressed with her acting. It was just a strong enough reaction to be believable and not over the top.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” she muttered.

Bruce raised his eyebrows. Up to this moment her language had been polite and devoid of the least bit of saltiness. “Problem?” he asked, almost relieved that this might be the end of the date. He would take his food to go and relax at home with a movie and a beer. 

Looking up at Bruce, Lyn winced. She had been plotting a way out of the date from the moment her mother forced her to go. Bruce was a nice enough guy; there was no reason to lie to him. “Uh...an emergency came up?” she said without conviction.

Bruce glanced at his watch. “My ripcord call is supposed to come in five minutes. You beat me to it. Did your friend give you a reason or just the generic emergency? My call is from a pal at work. I’m supposed to rush home and take care of some emergency edits to a final report.”

“No,” she muttered. “I’m being stood up.”

Bruce blinked. “What?”

“Shit! Sorry.”

“It’s pretty bold of you to set up a date after this date,” Bruce wryly observed.

“Yeah, except he stood me up. See?” She held her phone so that he could see the screen.

It contained a message from someone named Clay. 

 

I’m gonna have 2 bail 2nite

Sry

Still use me as an xcuse if u want

L8R

 

Bruce twisted his lips in a disapproving moue. “I can’t say much for his texting etiquette.”

“Well, what he lacks in brains he more than makes up for in bed,” Lyn revealed.

Her flat statement of fact made Bruce burst out laughing. “Well, that’s something, I suppose. Did your mother know that you were planning on ditching me and hooking up with…Clay?”

“Of course not. She thinks I’m a virgin.”

“Not the sort of guy you introduce to mom?”

“Certainly not. She doesn’t even know he exists. Clay is the guy women fuck; they don’t marry or even date him.”

“My last...well, let’s call it a relationship, was like that. Sharon was a very nice woman...but in the bedroom only. I didn’t even want her to meet my friends. That’s probably why we don’t see each other anymore.”

“It doesn’t sound like either of us have good romantic relationships.”

“It doesn’t sound like either of us have romantic relationships.”

Lyn nodded in agreement. “And I wanted to get laid tonight. It’s been a week.”

“It’s been more than that for me,” Bruce said in sympathy. 

They looked at each other over the table.

“Well…”

 

The advice that Lyn always had was go back to the guy’s place. If he was an ax murderer he wouldn’t likely kill his date in his own home because then he’d have to clean up the mess and dispose of the body. If they went back to her place, he could leave the body there.

She still wanted to go back to her place because all her toys and equipment were there, but his place was closer so that made it safer.

Or something.

They had barely made it to his apartment door before she said fuck it and started kissing him. She wasn’t even drunk; she just needed to feel a man’s body under her hands.

Bruce was more than happy to help out.

They made out in the doorway for a minute. Lyn wanted someone to walk by and see them so she could get that little thrill, but it didn't happen.

Eventually he staggered them into the apartment and moved them right to the living room where they wound up on the couch, her astride him. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. Her skirt had ridden up high enough that her pussy was rubbing against it, protected only by her silk panties.

Three layers of fabric protected her, assuming he wore underwear.

“Do you want to...here?” he asked.

She shook her head at him. “Is your bed clean?” She’d fuck almost anywhere, as long as it was clean. The couch...who knew what had happened on it. At least on his bed she could be assured that his sheets could be washed. If they smelled, she’d get the hell out of there. That’s why vibrators were invented for the modern woman.

He picked her up, showing more strength than she had given him credit for, and didn’t put her back down. Maybe he was struggling a little to carry her all the way to the bedroom, but she liked being carried and manhandled and it wasn’t far to the bedroom. 

She liked it when he threw her on the mattress. It had just the right amount of support and give and bounce. Plus, the bed was made. Maybe he had a maid. Maybe he was just neat and clean. 

The sheets smelled faintly of fabric softener.

He was on her in a second. His kisses tasted good, a little bit of the spicy garlic sauce he had with his dinner and a little bit sweet at the same time. His body was on top of hers, but that didn’t slow them down in removing their clothes. It was mostly a fumbling of hands and awkwardness at not knowing the other’s preferences in bed. Yet.

Still, they managed to get down to almost nothing very quickly.

His eyes lit up when he saw that she was wearing a pink bra that matched her panties. She had worn them for Clay, but at the moment Bruce would do.

She was pleased with his body. Maybe he looked nerdy with his glasses and hair that didn’t stay in place, but underneath his clothes, his lean frame was surprisingly muscular. 

He took the initiative from her and pulled up her bra, freeing her breasts. He watched as they bounced back into place, even when she was on her back. They were large, something that she tried to conceal as much as possible with her clothing, except when she was out at a party or bar and wanted to advertise her cleavage.

His mouth went right for her light brown nipple, sucking it for a minute, causing hot charges to run through her body from nip to clit, making her wetter and wetter.

She let him do what he wanted. It had been a while since Lyn had had a new lover and she was determined to make the most of this. Bruce knew what he was doing—or at least he didn’t fumble around like a virgin with her body. 

The pace with which he pursued her was delightfully surprising. After kissing her, removing her clothes and bra, and then sucking on her tits, he went steadily down her body, tonguing her belly button before moving all the way down to the top edge of her panties.

Bruce didn’t ask permission or hesitate. Either he was horny or confident or both.

He paused just for a second and looked up at her, locking eyes, before he hooked his fingers into her small panties and pulled them down.

She helped. It wasn’t like she wanted to resist. She wanted to get laid as much as he did. 

Maybe more.

He grinned from ear to ear when he saw that her pussy was completely shaved, but he didn’t say anything. He just pushed her legs apart and put his tongue into her drooling slit.

“Oh...fuck yes,” she moaned as he licked upwards. 

Lyn was glad that she had made the decision to shave for the date. She hadn’t shaved for Bruce. She had shaved for Clay, but that didn’t matter. Her pussy didn’t care whose tongue was licking it, just that it was being licked. 

As he licked and sucked on her labia he slipped a finger into her hot, swampy sex. Her back stiffened at the unexpected—but welcome—penetration and then she settled down, eager to see what he’d do next.

When he sucked on her clit, she nearly spasmed with delight. He had just the right amount of force on her most sensitive little organ. If she hadn't already been soaking wet, her pussy would have been a river at that point.

“Oh fuck...oh fuck...you’re going to make me cum,” she panted.

“That’s the idea,” he said looking up at her, his face wet with her amrita.

“I want to fuck,” she told him. “Don’t make me cum with just your mouth.”

He blinked up at her. Her words weren’t exactly what he was expecting to hear, but he wasn’t going to tell her no. “Sure. I can do that.” He sat up and started pulling down his underwear, the last bit of clothing on his body. 

As soon as he got the waistband over his cock, it popped out and Lyn’s mouth started salivating. It was like her mouth had turned into her pussy. Taking that idea and putting it into effect, she sat up, reaching for his manhood, and pulled it into her mouth.

Bruce wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination. Lyn had had bigger cocks in her life, in her mouth, and in her pussy, but his was the perfect size. Not too small and not too large. She couldn’t wait for him to properly use it.

That didn’t stop her from sucking on him for a minute. His precum was slippery and salty in her mouth, almost no taste at all, but the flavor of his skin, the muskiness, and the way he throbbed so that she could feel it in her lips; it was like this cock had been destined for her.

Bruce would have been happy to receive a blowjob and nothing else from Lyn, as long as he got to cum in her mouth.

He was somewhat disappointed when she finally stopped sucking and flopped back on the bed. 

“Fuck me,” she begged, spreading her legs wide for him. “Please fuck me.”

Bruce nodded and leaned over to the nightstand, sliding open the drawer and pulling out a condom.

Lyn watched, a bit annoyed that he was wasting time putting on a condom and a bit relieved he was putting on a condom. Either he had confidence he could bring her back to his place, or he brought a lot of women back to his place, or maybe he just had a lot of leftover condoms from the last woman he had been fucking. What was her name? Sheila?

Once it was rolled on—a process that seemed to take years but could only have been a few seconds at most—Bruce started to lower himself onto her, but she grabbed his latex-covered cock and guided him right to her pussy.

There wasn’t the usual floundering about that came with a new lover. Bruce easily found Lyn’s entrance and he went all the way in without any difficulty, their bodies joining as easily as a master carpenter’s perfectly engineered dovetail joints.

She folded her legs in half, bringing her knees up to her shoulders. His weight went to his arms, allowing him to slam his cock into her wide-open pussy.

They fucked enthusiastically and forcefully right from the start.

Lyn loved rough sex. So did Bruce. It was his intention to start off slow, but he wasn’t able to help himself, much to Lyn’s delight.

They were both too keyed up for it to last long. Bruce was thrilled that she rolled her eyes back into her head and quivered for a minute while he fucked.

“You came,” he accused her.

“Yeah. That’s the point of sex, right?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted. “I’m gonna too…”

“Don’t cum in me,” she begged, pushing on his shoulders. 

“What?” Bruce was annoyed. He had put on a condom just so she wouldn’t worry.

“Cum on me.”

“Oh! Sure!” That Bruce could do. He pumped her a couple more times, then pulled out, tore off the condom, and pumped his cock with his hand a few times before shooting his load all over her chest and belly.

Lyn was delighted with the results.

Never before had Bruce seen a woman do that, as least not in front of him. Or, more accurately, not in front of him because she was on a video screen. Only women in porn asked to be jacked off on and pretend to enjoy it.

He froze in place as Lyn then proceeded to rub his cum into her skin. “I love it when it’s still warm,” she told him.

“Holy fucking shit and a half,” he breathed.

“You like that?” she asked, almost winking.

“It doesn’t turn me off. The real question is: do you like it?”

“Of course I do.”

“You aren’t anything like my mother said you’d be,” he half-laughed.

“I should hope not. My mother was probably telling your mother what I was like.” Lyn cleared her throat. “My mother doesn’t have any idea what I’m like.”

Coming to his senses, Bruce lay down on the bed next to Lyn. She had finished rubbing his cum into her skin and was now licking her fingers. This was not the way he had envisioned their date going. 

“It’s probably a good idea that your mother doesn’t know everything about you,” he declared.

“Does your mother know everything about you?” Lyn replied. “Does she know everything about your sex life?”

“For the sake of my eternal soul, I hope not. The last thing I need her to find is the bondage equipment I have in my closet.”

Lyn whipped her head around at him. “You have restraints in your closet and you didn’t tell me!” She was half joking and half serious.

“They didn’t seem like a first date activity.”

“But sex is?” she asked.

“Of course. I’m not going to waste my time with a woman who doesn’t put out on a first date.”

“I like that philosophy,” she agreed. “But I think bondage is a fine first date activity. That and anal sex. You don’t really know someone until you’ve done anal with them.”

He turned his head to look at her. “Really? I’ve always considered anal to be a second date activity. You’re blowing my mind here.”

“I was blowing a lot more than that a few minutes ago.”

“True. You were very good at it too,” he complimented her. “The sex was great, but it went fast,” he lamented.

“First time enthusiasm,” she agreed. “Are you ready to go again? I’m still horny.”

“Uh...sure. I might need another minute or two. My refractory period isn’t what it used to be. I’m not a teenager anymore.”

“Good thing too,” she agreed. “I don’t want to be accused of robbing the cradle. Besides, teenagers aren’t any good at anal, PornHub has certainly lied to the public about that.”

He laughed at her joke. “I don’t think I’m going to be telling my mother about what I did with you tonight.”

“Agreed. Do you have any lube?”

Her question took Bruce by surprise. Her pussy had been plenty wet all by itself when they had fucked earlier. “Uh...yeah. Why?”

“Always use lube with anal. I learned that a long time ago.”

He blinked at her. “You really want me to fuck you in the ass?”

“Unless you want me to fuck you in the ass. You’re probably right about the bondage. I don’t know you well enough for that yet.”

“But anal is okay?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“I’ve never met a woman who was so eager to get fucked in the ass before.”

“Then tonight is your lucky night.”

 Not wanting to shit on his good luck, Bruce jumped out of bed and went to the closet. While he kept condoms in the nightstand, lube and restraints and sex toys were kept in the closet. It only took him a minute to find what he needed. Walking back to the bed, his cock was already getting hard. He was excited to think how the rest of the evening was going to go. 

Lyn was kneeling on the bed and grabbed his semi-hard cock, drawing it to her mouth, sucking on him, tasting her amrita and his cum on the thin skin.

Bruce only stood there and watched as she happily fellated him. She was good—very good—at it. In short order he was fully erect and she backed off but continued to pump his cock with her hand. 

“Have you ever fucked someone in the ass before?” she asked him, her head tilted to the side. She was being genuinely curious; she wasn’t casting aspersions on his sexual history.

“Of course!”

“Wait! I mean have you ever fucked a woman in the ass before?” she teased. In annoyance, he pushed her down and rolled her over to admire her rounded ass as Lyn giggled. “Just checking. I don’t want a virgin experimenting on me.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Give me the lube.”

He handed it over and grabbed another condom out of the nightstand drawer. As he opened the packet and rolled it on, Lyn flopped herself over and started applying lube to her ass. Bruce liked that she wasn’t the least bit shy about her body. 

With her legs up to her chest she was using a huge amount of the slippery liquid on her pussy and ass. He was certain that her fingers went into her tightly puckered brown hole a couple of times while he was getting ready. That only made things better for him.

Taking the lube back from her, he put plenty on his latex-covered cock.

“Don’t you want to get on your hands and knees?” he asked her.

Lyn shook her head. “On my back.” She shoved a pillow under her hips, angling them up for him. “I like it like this.” She ran her hand down over her bare pussy, rubbing her clit, pushing two fingers up inside herself. 

“I’ve just never done anal that way,” he admitted.

“So this will be new to you,” she teased.

“Ha. Funny. I’m going to have you screaming in a minute,” he said as he climbed on top of her.

He didn’t immediately try to penetrate her, which pleased and delighted them both. Instead, they kissed. It was rather more intimate than either of them wanted.

But still, it was nice. 

Bruce would have been happy to just have normal, vanilla, straight sex again in the missionary position. He wasn’t willing to risk asking Lyn if she wanted that as well. She was the one who asked to be fucked in the ass, so that was what he was going to do.

“Guide me in?” he asked. His cock was pressed up hard against her thigh crease.

For just a fleeting second Lyn reconsidered her request for him to use her ass. Maybe straight sex a second time was what she needed. 

Then she found him and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She could feel his heat through the thin latex. It was easy to guide him down lower than a proper lady should. Not that she was a proper lady. She was a slut and damn proud of it.

He pressed against her slicked-up anus. Without thinking about it, she tensed up and resisted, but then remembered she wanted this. 

Lyn forced herself to relax. 

“You ready?” he asked her.

In response she drew her legs up higher. One she kept bent and the other she threw over his shoulder, opening herself up wide for him.

Her hand went from guiding his cock to protecting her pussy from being inadvertently being penetrated. He was partway in her now and the last thing she wanted was for him to pull out and fuck her normally. Lyn didn’t want some weird infection.

He didn’t do that. He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, going a little deeper with each little thrust. When he finally hit that spot where everything aligned perfectly he felt himself sinking all the way into her depths.

Lyn groaned as he filled her up in a way that was never intended.

He gasped at how secure he felt inside her ass.

They locked eyes. 

He leaned forward to steal another kiss from her.

She was already breathing heavily as her hand started rubbing her clit. Bruce arched his back and let her hand dance busily while he slowly fucked her. They kept staring at one another, mesmerized at how this had happened.

Lyn came first. There was no way for her to not cum quickly. She was being fucked in the ass while abusing her clit like she was a teenager who had just discovered masturbation.

When she came her entire body tensed up and Bruce found it was impossible for him to thrust into her ass. She had clamped down on him completely.

“What’s the matter?” she spluttered at him when the climax had passed.

“You tightened up on me.”

Once more Lyn forced herself to relax. “Is that better?”

He nodded and started fucking her ass again. Bruce wasn’t as into anal sex as she was. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she kept playing with herself. She was on the verge of pure ecstasy. 

It was the first time he had ever been with a woman who loved anal sex. He couldn’t believe his good fortune.

“Want me to pull out and cum on you again?” he huffed as he approached orgasm.

“No. No. Cum in me.”

He didn’t know what the effect would be like since he was wearing a condom, but he just pumped her a few more times and then let loose his load into her ass. It was completely contained by the condom, but that was beside the point.

When he collapsed on her, she held him so tightly he was having difficulty breathing. Eventually she released her grasp and they both breathed easily.

“It’s those little aftershock orgasms that really do it for me,” she said. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For fucking me in the ass and not acting like you were king of the world because I wanted to.”

He did feel like he was king of the world for doing exactly that, but he was also smart enough to keep it to himself.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“Anyway, the next morning I wake up in his bed but his cat is staring at me,” Lyn said, finishing her story. 

“Herman was always very protective of me,” Bruce said with a smile. “He liked to sleep on the bed next to me. You were taking up his spot.”

Lyn poked her husband in the ribs. “You’d think he’d be a little more appreciative of a woman who just gave his owner the night of his life.”

Ana giggled. “I doubt that. All cats are self-centered. You were taking Bruce away from him.”

Lyn nodded. “That’s true. Who would have thought that a couple of uptight church ladies setting up their thirty year old children on a date would have them visiting a sex club ten years later?”

“Hey! This isn’t just a sex club,” Ana protested. “It’s a social group as well. I’m sure Jason would agree with me if he wasn’t tied up.”

Bruce looked around. “Did he get stuck at work?”

Ana and Lyn laughed. They had been discussing what Ana had been doing before Bruce showed up. 

Shaking her head, Ana said, “No. I literally tied him up and left him in one of the sub rooms. I’m not sure if he’s just watching others fuck or if someone is teasing his poor cock. But tell me more about this epic romance of yours.”

 

“I feel that even asking this next question is validating my mother’s judgment, but I want to ask it anyway,” said Bruce after he shooed Herman away from the bed, only for the orange tiger striped cat to return forcing Bruce to get out of bed, open a can of food for the starving twenty pound tomcat to pick over, before returning to the bed.

“Okay, now I’m intrigued. Ask away. I’m prepared to be offended,” Lyn replied. 

“Can I have your phone number so I can ask you out on a date?”

Lyn laughed. “If only my mother knew the guy she set me up with fucked me in the ass last night.”

Bruce laughed along with her. “If it helps, I’ll gladly fuck you in the ass again this morning. Or your mouth. Or even,” and he pretended to shudder, “even your pussy, but that’s a kink just for straight, married couples that are only into vanilla sex.”

She giggled along with him. “Yes, you can have my phone number. That doesn’t mean I’m going to answer it or go out on a date with you.”

“How about just sex?” he proposed.

“I’m up for just sex,” she replied, snaking her hand under the sheets to find his cock. He wasn’t fully up, not yet, but once she touched him, he started rapidly rising to the occasion. “Oh, you are eager.”

“You offered sex,” he pointed out as he leaned back into his pillow to let her do as she pleased.

Lyn pushed back the covers, giving her better access to his cock. She liked how he got hard with very little effort on her part. His cock pulsed in her hand and she found she couldn’t resist the temptation. She had to have him inside her again. There was no time to waste so she lowered her mouth on him and swirled her tongue around the head, tracing the edge of his corona. 

Bruce sighed deeply, more than happy to let her do all the work.

What Bruce didn’t know was that Lyn liked giving head as much as he liked receiving it.

She started off aggressively, sucking as hard as she could, tasting his smooth precum, licking the underside. It had been a while since she had given a blowjob happily and willingly. She knew that within the past week she had sucked off Clay, but when she had sex with him, he expected blowjobs. With Bruce it seemed he was happy to receive what she was offering. 

What most men hated was when their sexual pleasure was interrupted unexpectedly. Lyn liked to do that every once in a while. So she did it now.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” she abruptly asked him.

Bruce groaned in frustration. From his reactions up to that moment, he had been on the last sudden ascent toward climax.

“I just want to cum,” he begged.

“Mouth or pussy or ass?” she pressed him.

“Any. All.”

Just as she was about to lower her mouth back down on him, she paused and pulled back. “Want to get wild?”

“I’d rather just cum,” he complained but saw that she was up to something.

“Tie me up,” she said, sitting up and bouncing lightly on the bed while in a kneeling position. “Tie me up and fuck me hard.”

“I thought I was going to get a blowjob?” Bruce complained.

“You can fuck my face,” she offered.

“Uh-huh. I don’t have anything to tie you up with.”

“Liar!” She smacked his shoulder. “Last night you told me you had all sorts of stuff in your closet.” She looked across the room at the partially open door that seemed the promised land. “Do you want me to go through your closet and find all your secrets?”

With an overly elaborate sigh, Bruce levered himself out of the bed. “Okay. But just remember, you asked for this.”

Lyn started bouncing up and down on the bed, her full tits jiggling around. Bruce paused for a second to watch her and wondered what she would do if he just pushed her down on the bed and fucked her.

She probably wouldn’t complain.

But she probably wouldn’t ever speak to him again.

He could wait five minute while he got out the restraints to bind her. It would be fun.

That’s what he told himself.

It was almost twenty minutes later before Lyn was fully restrained on the bed, her limbs splayed wide. She felt weak and vulnerable and afraid.

Her pussy was so wet that she could feel her amrita steadily trickling out and down her perineum to her ass where it soaked the bed sheets. 

She wondered if Bruce could smell her scent. 

She had barely taken her eyes off his cock while he moved around the bed to put on the surprisingly comfortable leather cuffs. Lyn wasn’t a tall woman so even spread-eagled the bed, her hands and feet didn’t reach all the way to the corners. She was impressed with the setup that Bruce had. He didn’t tie the straps to the bed frame in an ad-hoc manner. He had hooks and eyelets screwed into the frame. Either he had the frame custom built or he had customized it. 

The cuffs and straps were tight without pinching or cutting off her circulation. She could roll around a bit because there wasn’t a belt for her waist to constrain her movement that much, but other than that complaint, Lyn was pleased with the results of his restraints.

As he stepped back to look at her, she grinned up at him. His cock wasn’t fully erect, but he was hard enough. Just the idea of tying her up was sufficient to keep him hard. Maybe he was the right man to fuck her right now.

“Want a blindfold?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. I want to see what you’re doing to me.”

Tilting his head to the side he asked, “Have you ever been blindfolded during sex?”

“No. I mean, I’ve had sex in the dark but that’s not the same.”

“I blindfolded a woman once because she wanted to try it out. She said it was the scariest sex she ever had...and she never wanted to do it again.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and lightly caressed her hip. She shivered slightly from his touch.

“Why...why did she think it was scary?”

“Because she didn’t know what I was going to do to her next.”

“That sounds sort of fun,” Lyn offered.

“I was hoping you’d say something like that.” Bruce bent over to pick up a piece of equipment he had dropped on the floor while in the process of tying up Lyn. It took her a second to realize it was a blindfold. She started to object, but Bruce had the device over her head before she could say anything.

It wasn’t just a piece of cloth designed to be tied behind the head. It wasn’t even a fancy sleep mask starlets would wear to sleep well into the day. It was a hood made of the same soft leather and fabric as the cuffs she was wearing. It came down low over her face, covering her nose but leaving her mouth exposed so she could breathe and talk. It was a combination of a hood and a hat.