“I know you’re not into BDSM, but that”—Gillian gestured—“is hot. It binds you just enough, and if you’re willing to try it, it will give you tons of pleasure and a huge orgasm.”

“How do you use it?” Emma asked, shifting it around to examine it. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“How about I show you instead?” Gillian grinned as she stood.

“Okay.” Emma rose off the couch. She was in a sundress, her feet bare.

“Kneel down,” Gillian ordered as she took the harness out of Emma’s hands. Emma did as she was told. “Put your arms behind your back.”

Emma complied. Gillian’s voice had a commanding effect. Even if she wasn’t trying to sound like a Domme, she did. She felt Gillian’s hands on her ankles first and then her wrists. “Wow,” Emma said. She tried to move her wrists, but they were secured to her legs, which made it impossible. “This is intense.”

“Do you like it?” Gillian asked as she moved to stand in front of Emma.

“Yes,” Emma replied. “I think I do.”

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s hot,” Piper said. “Now what do you do?”

“It’s purely for control,” Gillian told them. “Emma can’t really move, but she’s comfortably confined. Pete can bend you backward or frontward and fuck you. You are forced to submit. But I’m thinking this would also be very hot for Pete to watch if you, say, wanted to fuck someone else in front of him. You told us how much of your time is spent on making sure Pete is happy, right?”

“Right,” Emma said a little hesitantly.

“So when you hit the Bahamas,” Gillian said, “make sure it’s your happy time. Do whatever you want and have a little fun. This”—she motioned to the harness—“is about as fun as you can get.”

“She’s right about that,” Caroline added. “You need to focus on you this trip. But I’m totally agreeing with everyone else.” She gestured to the harness. “That thing is completely sexy. I can imagine you in one of those bikini bottoms and Pete watching someone peel them off of you. I might just have to get one for myself. I’m getting hot and bothered just thinking about it.”

Piper laughed as she looked over at Caroline. “You’re such a horndog.”

Caroline nodded. “I carry that mantle with pride. I love trying new things. Emma, you’re going to have such a great time! I can see that already. Just remember, above all, have fun.”

“I will,” Emma replied. “I need this vacation. We need this. I want to shake things up, and what better way than trying something new?” She tried to move her arms again, to no avail. “This harness definitely qualifies as new. Gillian, I really do love it. It feels so…sexy. My adrenaline started racing the second the first cuff went on. You know”—she grinned at the girls—“I might not wait until vacation to use this one. I was a little tough on Pete the other night, and surprising him with this tonight when he gets home might be the perfect way to start our vacation out right.”

“That’s a great idea,” Piper said, then she focused on Gillian. “Okay, unbuckle her, and while you’re at it, tell us one sexy tidbit from your tryst.”

Gillian bent over to release Emma from the restraints. When she was done, she glanced up, grinning. “Here’s your tidbit. The sex was so good, I came ten times.”

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“Emma!” Pete called as he walked into the kitchen from the garage. It was only eleven thirty. He’d thought the girls might be here still, but when he’d pulled up, there had been no cars parked outside. The house was quiet and had already been cleaned up.

“Downstairs!” she answered.

His eyebrows shot up. Downstairs contained their Pleasure Palace and little else. She was either cleaning up because the girls had gone down there, or she was waiting for him. “Should I come down?” he said from the top of the steps. “Or are you coming up?”

“I’ll be up,” she said, “but not until I finish coming down here.”

He was hard instantly.

“I’ll be right down!” He shed his clothes in about seven seconds flat and walked down the carpeted stairs, stroking his cock. The anticipation of what she was up to made him shiver.

The lights had been turned down low.

“Glad you could make it.” Emma was situated in the middle of the room.

His mouth fell open.

She knelt on one of the platforms, totally naked, her hands behind her back. “Are you hooked into something?” he asked as he approached.

“I am,” she said. “It’s a new toy, given to me tonight by Gillian. She says it’s a control thing, and I wanted to try it out.”

“How long have you been strapped in?” He circled her slowly, grinning like a fool.

“It was a little tough getting the hands done myself, but Gillian showed me a trick before she left. I heard the garage door open, and that was my cue to buckle in.” She smiled coyly. “So are you going to come on here with me or what?”

“Oh, I’m going to come all over here. There’s no question about it.” Pete was mildly surprised at his wife’s demeanor change, but he wasn’t about to complain. He was going to take whatever he could get. “You look delectable kneeling there. How does this thing work?” He reached over and fingered the leather cuffs at her wrists as he climbed on the platform.

“I’m supposed to take it however you want to give it to me. It’s mild BDSM, but it’s working for me. My nipples have been aching since I buckled myself in,” she said.

“Well, then, I’m certainly going to start there.” They were on a circular piece of foam about the size of a twin bed but not as long. Pete gazed at Emma, his eyes roaming her body. She was perfection. Her skin was radiant, her breasts perfectly round with rosy nipples that jutted out deliciously, begging to be sucked.

He leaned over, placing his lips close, almost touching one of the pert pink tips. Instead of closing his mouth around it, he exhaled like he was blowing out a birthday candle.

“Oh,” Emma moaned, closing her eyes. “I think I’m going to like this. A lot. Not being able to move is making me wet.”

Pete glanced up. “So you’re telling me you want me to keep teasing you?”

“Yes, please,” she answered, her head tilting back toward the ceiling, her eyes still closed.

“It’ll be my absolute pleasure.” Pete leaned in again, this time placing the tip of his tongue on a nipple, lightly flicking, but refraining from lapping and sucking like he wanted to. He felt Emma humming with need. After a minute or so, he moved to the other one and did the same thing.

“Goodness.” Emma tried in vain to push her breasts closer to his mouth, but she could move forward only so much. “This is so intense. I just want you to suck them so bad!”

Pete lifted his head and saw her eyes pinned on him, the desire unmistakable. “Just wait until I do this to your sweet clit,” he murmured, deliberately teasing her some more.

“Oh, you wouldn’t do that to me.” Her breath came in short bursts. “That would be torture.”

“Yes, and that’s exactly what you signed up for when you buckled yourself into this harness. There’s no backing out now.” He adjusted his position, turning so he was on his back. Emma was on her knees and couldn’t move, so he lined his head up beneath her delectable pussy. Once he was in place, he used his fingers to carefully part her folds so he could see how wet she was. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding.” His dick throbbed in anticipation of sinking into her wetness. He licked the end of one of his fingers and placed the fingertip on her swollen bud, knowing it would be cool to the touch.

Emma bucked above him, her hips jerking. “Pete!” She panted, “I can’t…you have to put your tongue in there. I can’t stand it! Please. Eat me, suck me, fuck me, but do something! This is too much!” Her hips were rocking.