I'm not tied down, I'm in my proper place [R18] 3
"...you're enjoying this," she huffed at him, sounding remarkably sulky even to her own ears. "Too much."
She could imagine the fondness in his smile. "Only a little."
"I'm going to pretend your answer was, 'Not at all, I am but a humble servant to my beautiful, adorable wife.' And. I. Shall. Judge you not!"
She pouted and glanced over as he made a quiet, muffled sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. "Oh, of course, my Empress."
"Much better." She sniffed, then immediately shivered in anticipation as Lyov's lips brushed her neck.
Her attempts at being dignified and in control while being tied up, as it turned out, were even more difficult when wearing a blindfold. Who would have thought?
Alexander, of course, wasted no time, tracing his finger in a swirling, abstract pattern just above her upper thighs.
She knew it was him because they'd yet to move around, and she knew where he was before she'd put on the blindfold.