Bad Man’ intended. He began to make sandwiches, using her stomach as a table. Jane, although still sated from her orgasm, found it oddly stimulating, on a level that went beyond the physical, to have her body used that way and again wondered about herself that this should be so.
In the back of her mind was the thought that she should be ashamed, but she shook it off. She didn’t care anymore, as long as it was with Peter. She knew he loved her and would love her whether she did these things or not, that he derived almost as much pleasure from her fulfillment as from his own. Without even thinking about it she aimed a slap at his masked face. He caught her by the wrist, then quickly seized the other one and held them tightly in one hand while he fished in the pocket of his jeans with the other, coming up with a pair of handcuffs.
Jane, even as she struggled to free herself, was amused to see that he had apparently gotten the handcuffs at the same toy store as the pistol, as they
