He tore it off, heart thundering. This was really happening. Sandra walked to the chair where he had draped his suit jacket and plucked the two silk neckties from where they hung. A sly smile played on her lips as she returned to the bed.

“Hands on the posts,” she instructed, tone leaving no room for argument. A thrill of fear and absolute arousal shot through him. He placed his wrists against the cool polished wood of the headboard posts. She leaned over him, breasts brushing his chest, and deftly looped a necktie around each wrist, pulling them tight and securing him. The restraint was shocking, terrifying, and the most...