“I know how you tick, baby. All I need now is some crème brûlée, and we’re all set.”

“We can always order that when we’re done.”

He kissed her.

It took her breath away for a moment, but she didn’t want to lose track like she had in the living room. Michael was just too sexy. All she wanted was his mouth all over her. “My thoughts exactly.” She stepped back, turning him around and backing him onto the bed.

He lay down on the sheets, and once he was organized, she climbed on top, straddling him.

“So who gets to taste the sweetness first?” Michael asked, his hands stroking their way up her corset.

Piper leaned over and grabbed the honey off the bedside stand.

Honey was sticky, so its use would be minimal, but she had no fear that every last drop would be licked away by her hungry husband. Michael had honey on his toast nearly every morning. He liked it on ice cream and cereal.

This man adored his honey.

“You’ve already had some tastes. Now it’s my turn,” Piper said. “But before we start, how do you feel about being…tied up?” While she waited for him to respond, she placed a dot of honey on his pec, right above his nipple. Then she bent over and lapped at it, smearing it around before closing her lips around his peak and sucking.

Michael’s hands plowed through her hair. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “That’s good. Tied up, huh? Anything sounds good to me right now. Do your worst.”

Piper sat up, grinning. She put the honey down. Then she opened the drawer next to the bed and took out two pairs of handcuffs. The saleswoman had tried to get her to buy padded pink ones, but she’d told her hell no. If she was going to use them, she wanted them to at least mimic the real thing.

She dangled them in front of Michael’s face and grinned. “Unfortunately, this bed is too modern. The headboard is inconveniently bolted to the wall, so I had to improvise. I tied some strips of material to the legs of the bed and brought them up here. I’m going to attach the cuffs to those. I think that’ll hold if you don’t squirm too much. Give me one of your hands.”

Michael raised a wrist. Piper had to close her eyes for a moment as tingles of anticipation raced through her, all her nerve endings sparking at once.

This was going to be so good. She could feel it.

She slid one cuff around his wrist and clipped it shut. It wasn’t as heavy as she imagined a real one would be, but it still had weight. She leaned over and attached it to the material. After dismissing the idea of cutting up a pillowcase after she arrived, she’d run back out to the fabric store, but the trip had clearly been worth it.

As she arched over Michael’s head to secure his other hand, he latched on to a nipple.

Instead of pulling back, she dipped lower and rubbed her breast into him as she secured the cuff to his wrist and then the loop. She lifted her chest slowly and eased it back down, Michael’s lips never breaking their seal. She loved a good titty suck.

With regret, she pulled back.

He unlatched with a pop, groaning.

“There you go,” she said. “How do they feel?”

Michael tested the restraints. They didn’t give very much. “They’re secure. I can’t move my arms.” His voice turned gruff as he said, “Even without honey, you taste so sweet. I’m fairly certain that’s why I developed a love for the product in the first place.” As he said it, he lifted his hips and rocked his erection against her ass. “More, please.”

“I’m ready to give you more,” Piper told him, smiling down at her handsome husband. “My plan is to sit on your mouth.” She grinned wickedly. “But first”—she plucked the honey off the bed stand—“I’m going to rub my clit with this, and you’re going to watch.”

Michael tossed his head from side to side and yelled so loudly Piper knew that if there were people in the room next door, they totally heard him. He sounded like a wounded animal, and it made her shiver.

Piper scooted back a little, so he could have a full view.

His head was propped up by a pillow. His eyes were lidded, but he watched her like a hawk.

Very laboriously, she beaded a line of honey along the top of her index finger. She popped the lid and tossed the honey on the coverlet. “You want this, right?” she teased, waving her finger at him. “You want me to put it here?” She brought her hand down and gestured below her beltline, hovering her finger inches away.

“Yes.” Michael visibly hummed with need. “I want you to fucking put it there.”

Piper placed her finger on her clit and rubbed. “Ahh,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”

“Bring that pussy over here,” Michael demanded. “I need to taste it right now.”

She lifted herself off of his stomach, taking the pillow from behind his head and throwing it to the side, as she edged up to his face. Before she fully lowered herself onto his waiting mouth, she teased, “You only get a few licks, naughty boy.”

“I’ll take anything I can get.”

Ever so slowly, she eased herself onto his tongue.

The moment he lapped at her the first time, she had to grab on to the headboard and grip the edge for all it was worth. As his talented tongue delved into her clit, licking the honey, Piper found a rhythm. Still hanging on to the three inches of headboard, she began to rock her hips forward and back, dipping in closer on the upswing, riding his mouth like a champ.

“Mm, I bet you wish I was as limber as Emma right now,” she panted. Emma was crazy flexible and a joy to watch. “Then I could do a back bend on your mouth.”

“No,” Michael growled. “This is perfect. Give me more.”

She rocked up again, and on the way down, his tongue dipped into her core, penetrating her. She ground against his lips. “Fuuuck,” she cried as she arched back, grabbing her own breasts, teasing the nipples, lifting herself up and down so she could feel his tongue slid in and out of her.

Her grand plan about stringing out their playtime as long as possible wasn’t going to work at this pace. She wanted to get to the fucking part right now. The entire setup, from the champagne to the honey, had made her too stimulated. And now Michael’s tongue was making her ready to burst.

“Okay.” She forced herself to stop and whimpered at the loss of contact. “I’m clearly not a very good Dom. I have little patience for the art of a good fuck. We’ve been at it for two minutes and I can’t even remember my own name.”

Michael interrupted her as he lifted his head and went back to work on her clit.

“Good lords,” she cried as she brought her hips back down and pressed herself against his willing mouth. “How can you have such a talented tongue?” She tossed her head back and rocked some more, losing herself in a rhythm once again.

Once she got precariously close to coming, she stopped.

She had to. The other piece to this was the pinnacle. She couldn’t forget what she’d brought him here for.

She braced herself and stood up. “You’re such a naughty boy, Mikey. You’re making me forget why we’re here.”

Her feet were on either side of his head. He grinned up at her like a cat with cream—or a bear with honey. “What else have you got for me? My dick is aching to fuck you.”

Piper carefully stepped off the bed, turning a sly look on her husband. “You’re just going to have to see for yourself.” She sauntered into the bathroom, knowing his gaze was locked on her bare ass. She opened the bathroom door and reached in to get the contraption. She couldn’t help but giggle. She had to use two hands to hold on to all the parts. She had no idea how she was going to get it on, but she knew it was going to be sexy once she did.

She turned and walked back into the bedroom, holding it out in front of her for her husband to see.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked.

“If you think it’s a double strap-on with a vibrator attachment, then yes,” she said as she climbed onto the bed next to him. “I just have to figure out how we’re going to use it.”