Dilemma

Mia sat down at her desk and rubbed her wrists, trying to keep her mind off of what had just gone on behind the closed door of Sam’s secret room. The cuffs he’d used had been padded with fur, so they hadn’t hurt, but the sensation of being chained wouldn’t go away. She’d enjoyed it far more than she ever would’ve imagined.

Sitting on top of him, bouncing up and down, using her own body weight to create friction and bring herself to a pleasure point she’d never experienced before. The last time she’d been with Sam, she’d marveled at the way he took control and commanded her every move. This time, she’d had more freedom, even though she’d been cuffed. His hands on her hips had guided her, but she’d had the power to move up and down as quickly as she wanted to and situate herself however she pleased.

Mia sat at her desk and pondered what to do with the rest of her day. She’d already ordered Sam’s lunch and would need to deliver that shortly, but other than that, she had nothing else to d