Amara sucked in a breath as she eyed the can of whipped cream nervously, unsure of what Damien meant. He gave her a wicked grin. "Go and lie down on the bed, face up" he ordered, and she shakily turned and did just as he'd asked, Damien retrieving a blindfold. Her eyes widened, she watched him as he advanced, the piece of fabric in one hand. "Now" he said gruffly as she blinked, "do you remember your safe word?"
"It's red" she murmured and he gave a small nod, pleased she hadn't forgotten.
"Good girl" he murmured, bending down and kissing her before placing the blind fold over her eyes and tying it securely to make sure she couldn't see anything.
Damien grabbed the restraints and quietly, tenderly, tied her hands to the bed post before spreading her legs wide and doing the same as Am
