Bound by the Fire
The blindfold plunged Stephanee into a world of scent and heat. The fire's warmth licked her skin, but deeper was the heat pooling between her thighs, a slick, aching pulse that grew with every second of waiting. She heard Brad return, felt the cool metal of the cuffs circle her wrists, and then her arms were drawn up, secured to the heavy table. Her breath hitched, her body arching, offering. The first stroke of the paddle landed—a sharp, bright kiss that made her gasp and her skin glow. Desire, thick and musky, perfumed the air, running down her inner thighs as she waited, trembling, for the next.