...Rod smiled his approval. “I’m going to double-check the locks. When I get back, I want to see you haven’t moved. But since I can’t trust those nimble fingers of yours not to go wandering…”

He shifted around the coffee table so she faced the short end. “Straddle the end and lie facedown…and lose the towel. I want you naked for the rest of the night. Maybe for the rest of the weekend. I kind of like the idea of you naked, the scent of your pussy calling to me, ready to be fucked in the blink of an eye.”

His breath tickled her ear as she pressed her body onto the cool maple. “Don’t you?” he whispered.

She bit her bottom lip to suppress a moan.

“I thought so. I know my baby good, don’t I?”

A “yesss” escaped her lips as silk slithered down her spine, tickled the crack of her ass, then dangled at her swollen labia. He let it puddle there, heating her, reminding her of the pleasure that awaited…at his discretion. Warm hands danced down her thigh, over her calf, right to her ankle. She felt the kiss of silk as he bound first one ankle, then the other to the table legs. When she twisted around to look, he gently forced her back in place.

“Don’t make me have to spank you yet.”

The implications sent fire racing across her skin. Yet. Which implied he fully intended to do so…and thoroughly since they were all alone. Her cunt contracted at the thought, sending a gush of wetness to her smooth crotch.

“Arms down.”

When she did as instructed, he tied her arms to the table legs, too.

“Very, very nice.” His whisper against her ear raised goose bumps. He feathered his tongue down her backbone to the very tip, ending with a pat to her butt.

“I won’t be long.”

It felt like an eternity before he even stepped away. Dinah closed her eyes on a shuddered breath and listened as Rod made his way slowly through the house. She counted his footsteps, padded by the thick carpet as he crossed the room and drew the drapes over the patio door. Monitored the tap of his leather soles as he checked the lock on the garage entry. Held her breath as he came back to the front door, then felt her heart jump when he seated the deadbolt.

Still he kept her waiting, wandering back to their bedroom. When he returned, he was naked, his full eight inches jutting out and up, bobbing with each step. He squatted down before her and raked his fingers deep into her hair as he nibbled his way into her mouth. Dinah’s breath caught. His tongue slid around hers, beckoning, teasing, insisting hers dance with him. All too soon he sealed the kiss.