“So where’s your room?” She nuzzled up to his neck and bit his shoulder softly.

He slid one hand up from her ass and tangled it in her hair, pulling her head back gently, nibbling the tip of her nose and shaking his head.

“Nah-ah. Bedroom is plain vanilla. C’mere.” He took her hand and led her over to the velvet-draped wall, pressing a switch at the side and grinning as the drapes parted to reveal a wall set with four steel rings and a three-inch seat of obviously adjustable height.

“Once you try this, you’ll never want to do it in a bed again. It’s incredible.” You won’t be around to want anything, but that’s not my problem, he thought.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?” She looked at him nervously.

“Never. Cross my heart.” He cupped her face gently, his eyes holding hers. “That would just be no fun for me. My pleasure comes from pleasing you.”

She melted against him as her knees gave way, and allowed him to maneuver her back onto the seat.

“Oops. This’ll work better with the jeans off.” He pulled some black silk scarves out of a pouch at the base of the wall and looked up at her, going down on one knee to help her off with her jeans and panties as he trailed a line of kisses down her hip bone and inner thigh.

After she kicked them free, he stroked the silken length of one of her legs as he tied her to the rings. Nice legs. Nice everything. Be a real shame to waste it. He unfastened his own jeans and put a hand on either side of her head.

“You know you’re helpless now, don’t you?” he purred.

She nodded and moaned softly as he took her. It didn’t take long. She blinked bewilderedly as he backed away and fastened his jeans.

“Are… are we done?” She twisted a wrist against the tightly tied scarf and winced. “Can you untie me now? These things are starting to chafe a bit.”