Colden mentioned as he positioned Melanee’s arms behind her back. The feel of the rope against her flesh sent icy shivers up her spine. “Really?” Melanee had figured she’d made Colden proud. There was no other explanation for him putting in quality time. Just the two of them—the way it used to be. “Are you happy?” he inquired in a low baritone. He could be such a loving dominant at times. Times like now…when Melanee deserved it. “I’m very happy,” she whispered. It had been so long since they’d engaged in rope play. Colden tightened the knot, cutting into her skin vengefully. “Oh, God,” she uttered, wincing from the sweet pain. A wave of fear and excitement had her trembling violently. “Your ass is getting plump. But not quite ripe for spanking.” Disappointment was palpable. She’d been eating everything under the sun. Killing the cupcakes at work; feasting on fast-food. “But I gained five pounds,” she protested. “I said your ass is not plump enough.”
