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like a plain old coffee table when it wasn’t in use.
    “Someone really put some thought into that,” I said.
    “I did. I built it.”
    Shit. I suspected as much. He was reeeally into this stuff. “Are you like, a carpenter on the side?” I asked, checking out the expertly constructed underside.
    “I’m finishing a Masters in engineering. I build these for people as a way to make extra money.”
    A bouncer and a kinky engineering student. He was lovely and hot and really fucking good with his hands. What were those hands going to do to me today? And were those tight, faded jeans finally going to come off?
    He put his slab hands on his hips and gave me a half smile like he knew what I was thinking. I blushed.
    “So...do I get to pick what you use on me today?” I asked.
    “No, today you get to be powerless. Today, I’m in charge.”
    His low, commanding tone made my pussy start fist-pumping again. I mentally told it to calm down as Mateo took me in his arms. God, his body was so big and warm, and my head fit right against his shoulder. He tipped my face up and kissed me. It was a light, sweet, tentative first kiss. It was perfect and sensual, something I’d remember my whole life. I stared at him as he pulled away. He stared back for a moment, then touched my glasses.
    “We should probably take these off before we start the festivities. Will you be okay without them?”
    I nodded. “I can mostly see.”
    “Mostly seeing is better than having them fall off and break while your hands are bound.”
    Oh man. Oh wow. I was going to be powerless, so powerless I couldn’t even push my glasses back onto my face if they started falling. He took them off and laid them on a side table next to the couch. Then he turned back to me, all business.
    “Strip,” he said. “Down to your bra and panties.”
    I obeyed without a word. I had so many questions and so many misgivings, but he was in charge so I kept my lips clamped shut. I wondered what he was going to spank me with, and how he was going to tie me down, and if he’d spank me harder this time, and if he’d fuck me...
    I’d worn my prettiest bra and panty set, a wine-colored matching pair with lace and satin trim. He didn’t ask me to take them off. Instead, he ran his fingers over the lace at the top of the bra cups until I shivered from the intent expression on his face. Then he took off his shirt, and I was sure he did that for me. My mouth filled with saliva at the sight of his defined pecs and abs. Literally, I had to swallow so the saliva didn’t spill from my lips in a cascade of drool. My pussy grew equally fluid. My whole body was dripping for him.
    “Have you ever been bound before?” he asked.
    His voice came to me through a haze of distraction. I was still staring at his chest. “Wha—What?” I asked.
    “Have you ever been bound before?”
    “Uh, no, I haven’t. I’ve wanted to be.”
    “Do you want to feel really restrained? Or should we start with mild bondage?”
    “I think...” Oh hell, why be coy at this point? “I want to be really restrained.”
    “Let’s start you off in a straddle then. Up and over.”
    He nudged me toward the spanking bench and had me lie face down along the center platform, with my legs on either side. Mr. Engineer toggled some toggles and adjusted the lower platforms so my legs were supported and my bottom slightly raised. I was no virtuous tease, like his cock, but I was glad for the panties, because otherwise I would have had no more secrets. He could have looked right up into my vagina. I felt very exposed.
    “So,” he said, as he fixed a pair of cuffs around my ankles. “It’s good to have a safe word when you’re bound. Just in case.”
    “A safe word?”
    “A word to make me stop.” Once the cuffs were clipped to some unseen tether point, he looped a strap around each knee and secured them to the bench. I couldn’t move my legs at all. Holy shit.
    “Because once I’m done tying you down,”