Suddenly Michael sat back. “I want to make love to you. In my own way,” she said, her voice very husky.
Cam looked at her, perplexed, not understanding Michael’s words. “In your own way?” she asked.
Michael smiled, a very dark, brooding smile. Cameron found it very arousing, but dangerous, in some mysterious way. She watched as Michael reached into the rear pocket of her shorts and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. “I wish to show you why Charlie calls me Mistress,” Michael whispered.
Cameron stared at the handcuffs. Alarms in her head started to go off. What had she gotten into? Yet, something…what? the sense of danger, of the loss of control was very thrilling. She could feel her heart speed up, her breathing becoming more erratic. “I don’t do this, Michael,” Cam whispered, trying to keep the panic from her still-husky voice.