Page 97 of Champagne & Handcuffs

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I took her hand, pulling her toward our room. Once Cat and I were behind the closed door, I spun her around and started to work on the bodice that was tied up her back.

“Fuck, baby,” I muttered. “Why are these things hard to get off? We’re meant to fuck after I make you mine, not me losing my erection ‘cause I can’t get this fucking thing off.”

Cat laughed. “I think it’s meant to open as though I’m a present.”

“Kitty Cat, you are a gift, but if I don’t get inside you in the next few seconds, you won’t be saving this dress ‘cause I’m ripping it to shreds.”

She spun, stopping me from my work. “Maybe you should have champagne to calm down?”

I smirked. “You know I prefer to drink itonyou.”

And then like magic, Cat wiggled out of the white dress until she was standing in nothing except white panties and sparkly sandals. “What are you waiting for?”

I groaned and moved to the ice bucket where a bottle was chilling.

“Oh, I forgot.”

I looked at Cat, the bottle in my hand and water from the ice dripping onto the carpeted floor. “Forgot what?”

She looked around the room and then moved to a suitcase that was sitting next to the couch. “I packed something.”

I began unwrapping the bottle as I watched her bend and start to open the luggage. The cork popped as Cat pulled something from the bag.

“Want to use these?” My handcuffs spun on her finger. My dick started to stiffen at the memory of the first time she was naked with my cuffs on her.

“You sure?”

She nodded.

I set the bottle down and moved to her, grabbing the cuffs. “Then hands behind your back, Mrs. McKenna.”

The End.