Free Fiend by Rachael Orman

shoulders and down my arms as if she were removing the shirt that was no longer there. Once she got to my hands, she pulled them to her waist and released them. “All done, sir. Thank you for letting me assist you in undressing. It brings me great pleasure to do so.”
    I loved when she admitted she liked submitting to me, doing things to help me that I could have easily done on my own, but I especially liked having her hands and attention on me. Tugging her against my chest, I unbuckled her bra and let her shrug the straps off her shoulders.
    “Well done, Precious. Now go to your square and wait for me.” I watched as she dropped her bra and moved to kneel on the padded square that wouldn’t hurt her knees as badly as the hard floor. She spread her knees, her hands resting on her thighs, her head down as her hair fell around her beautiful body.
    I went to the dresser and removed the blindfold I’d used on her numerous times along with a pair of handcuffs she hadn’t seen before. Stepping in front of her, I dangled the cloth where she could see it and I heard her draw in a sharp breath.
    “While I absolutely love seeing your eyes, I need you to wear the blindfold for a bit tonight. Do you understand?” I trailed the edge of the satin cloth over her shoulder as I moved behind her.
    “Yes, sir,” she said, just loud enough for me to hear.
    “Are you afraid of the blindfold?” I asked, hearing uncertainty in her voice.
    “No, sir. I’ve gotten used to not wearing it,” she answered as she straightened her back.
    “You will enjoy it. Trust me,” I whispered in her ear as I wrapped the cloth around her face, covering her eyes. “Stand.”
    She pushed to her feet and moved her hands behind her back to clasp them together.
    Using the edge of one cuff, I trailed it from her shoulder down her arm before linking it around one wrist, pulling it around to her front as I pressed my chest to her back. Grabbing her other wrist, I moved it to join the first one and cuffed it as well. The cuffs were real ones, not the play kind you could buy at novelty stores. They were heavy and inescapable without a key. This wasn’t a game I played with her; it was real and the cuffs were a symbol of that.
    Lifting her hands by the link between them, I said, “Up.”
    She lifted her arms over her head; as they moved upward, I slid my hands down her arms before stepping back to the switch that operated the suspension cable. I lowered it down enough to hook the cuffs in the carabiner on the end.
    Returning to the dresser, I pulled out the stretcher bar then attached it to her ankles. It would ensure her legs stayed spread about two feet apart until I took it off. I took a moment to drink her in, completely at my mercy. Her lips were parted as she sucked in air. She was exactly how I wanted her. Anticipation thrummed through her making her excited and nervous.
    There was a small fridge hidden in the cabinetry and I removed a tray I’d called and had prepared for me earlier. I set it on the top of the dresser so it was close at hand.
    Popping one of the ice cubes from a small bowl into my mouth, I took another in my hand. I made sure to let my feet fall heavily upon the ground as I walked a full circle around Alix so she would know where I was and that I’d stopped behind her. A tremor ran up her back and I could see her muscles tense under her smooth skin.
    I pushed the ice cube in my mouth, holding it between my teeth then dipped my head to press it against her neck. She shivered, but didn’t make any other movement as I followed her spine all the way down, leaving a cold trail of water behind. Once I hit the waistband of her panties, I stood again.
    Dropping the ice cube in one hand to the other, I reached around her body and splayed my cold fingers against her stomach. She gasped and dropped her head back as I drew her to my chest. I could still feel how cold the water lining her spine was. It turned me to feel all of her skin covered