THE PEARL by Tiffany Reisz Excerpt
Regan untied a golden cord from the curtains at the foot of the bed.
“I wasn’t joking about putting you in a golden cage,” she said, “and tying you to my bedposts.” She climbed onto the bed and sat at Arthur’s side. She beckoned with her hand, indicating he should give her his arm. Reluctantly, he did. Never in his life had he felt more like an object than the moment she wrapped the cord around his wrist with quiet efficiency. He let her do it, staring up at the canopy, pretending to care about the intricate red paisley pattern, impossible to see them as anything other than enormous sperm swimming in a sea of gold.
“Tell me if it ever gets too tight,” she said. “I’ve never actually done this before.”
“Tied someone to your bed?”
“Never. Fantasized about it, yes, but first time ever doing it. Not Sir Jack’s cup of tea.”
He felt an unexpected pang at her confession, that she’d never done this before either. That he was her first. He couldn’t say he felt honored, but he did feel…chosen. He had chosen this, but she’d chosen him.
She threaded the cord around a bar in the headboard and wrapped the end around his other wrist. As soon as it was done, as soon as he was trapped and tied down, something changed. Suddenly he was blameless, without agency. He could do nothing wrong because he could do nothing at all. A sweet and easy surrender came over him. Strangely he felt safe and though he didn’t understand why, he also didn’t feel any urgency to understand. Later, yes. Not now.
“Are you comfortable now?” she asked.
He answered honestly. “Yes.”
“Good.” She sat by him, stroking his chest, his stomach, and then wrapping her hand around his cock again.
It felt too good. He wished he didn’t enjoy it so much but how could he not? Beautiful woman. Soft hand, firm grip and it had been a long time since he’d had any hand on him but his own.
She was looking down at him, at her hand stroking him. She smiled as she touched the wetness dripping from the head.
“Do you know why they named this place The Pearl?”
“No idea,” he said. “Was Pearl some famous prostitute back in the day?”
“Rumor has it they called it The Pearl because of this…” With her fingertip she gathered a drop of his come and held up her hand, displaying the proof of his desire…