" Cynthia eyed him smolderingly for a moment longer, then nodded, a slow tinkle of amusement glowing in her eyes." Cynthia eyed him smolderingly for a moment longer, then nodded, a slow tinkle of amusement glowing in her eyes. She had allowed him to fool her quite neatly, she thought. Slipping wrists and ankles out of circlets of chain was one thing; working them out of tight-fitting cuffs would be something else again. Still if she could get her hands as low as her ankles and work them around in front of her, she ought to be able to get the keys (under house rules he had to leave them in plain sight somewhere), and she'd become almost gymnast-agile over the years of their games... She shivered sensually as the cuffs clicked shut around her wrists. Liam adjusted them carefully, making sure they were too tight for her hands to slip out of but loose enough not to bind. Cynthia found she could slide the steel up and down her gloves for perhaps two inches, but there was no way she was going to slither out of them. Liam had never used metal cuffs before, though they owned a beautiful set of leather cuffs which he had used often enough. There was something different about steel, she found. Leather was sensual and soothing with its wide, somehow flexible grip. The metal was also sensual, but in a totally different way. It was sensual because it wasn't flexible. It was hard and strong and unyielding - the perfect contrast to her own softness and warmth. When she looked up at Liam again, there was an ungrudging warmth of approval in her eyes. "And for my next trick, milady's ankles..." Liam murmured, fitting the second pair of cuffs firmly into place. Cynthia shivered more strongly as her feet were pinned together. She could feel the steel more thoroughly on her ankles, for her nylons were thinner than her gloves. She moved he feet experimentally, rattling the cuffs with a faint, musical chime, and the sound and the feel of them fanned the liquid fire bubbling within her. "My, aren't you fetching," Liam said admiringly, and Cynthia rolled onto her back, the hardness of the cuffs nibbling not unpleasantly against her spine, and stared up at him with wide, glowing eyes. |