I was seated in my favorite club chair with a drink in my hand when I hear her enter through the interior garage door. I knew she would be nude before I saw the first flash of skin as she slowly rounded the corner. She was embarrassed, tentative, yet not to the point she was trying to cover herself with her arms. It would have been a shame if she had, because she was magnificent. I'm not sure if she knew it - she had the bearing of a woman who hadn't been fully appreciated - or at least not in a long time.

She walked across the room, her long legs taking slow, quiet strides, until she stood in front of me, her eyes cast down. She was put together just how I liked, nice shoulders, full breasts that stood out, a nice curve to her. She had beautiful skin - creamy and unmarked. No tatoos, no piercings, no birthmarks even. She reminded me of a field of snow.

"You're very pretty," I said. I don't think it was what she expected to hear.

"I- Thank you," she said. Then giggled. I know that was not what I expected to hear.

"Is something funny?" I asked.

"I'm nervous," she said, "I laugh when I'm nervous."

"I see," I said and walked around behind her. I touched the base of her neck with my index finger, then let it trail down her spine between her shoulder blades. She stiffened, her breathing quickening. "Does this make you nervous?"

"It makes me..."

I leaned close and whispered in her ear "It makes you what?"

"I'm...I want...."

"You want to fuck me?" I said, feeling her ass cheeks, holding one in each hand. She raised slightly, pushing back against me.

"Yes," she whispered.

"You wanted to fuck me from the time you first saw me?"

"Yes."

"But you want more than that."

"I, I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do," I whispered.

"No, I, oh God I -"

"You what?" I said, squeezing her ass cheeks, letting her feel my breath on the back of her neck.

"Please," she breathed. "I don't know how to do this."

"This. So it is a this. You acknowledge that soemthing is about to happen here, between you and I. Something more than just me fucking you."

"Please," she said again, her knees started to go and she leaned back against my chest.

"Stand up," I said, slapping her ass. She gasped and locked her knees, rising tall again - at attention. "Now tell me what this is."

"You, you're going to, you tie me up?" she asked, muddling her way through it.

"Tie you up. Is that what you want? You want me to tie you up?'

"I - I - please..." she said, starting to turn back to me. I slapped her ass again and she let out a little yelp and kept her eyes on the far wall.

"There's not much to tying a person up. If that's what you want we can just go into my bedroom and I can pick out four of my nice silk ties, slip them around your wrists and ankles and have you spread-eagled in no time."

"Oh God."

"Then I'd fuck you well into the night, untie you and we'd fall asleep and that would be that. Is that what you had in mind?"

"I don't know. You're confusing me."

"Pretty simple fantasy, Callie. I can certainly make it happen," I walked in front of her and met her eyes. They were big with anticipation, her lips parted. I looked down and her nipples were at attention just as the rest of her was.

"You ever been tied up, Callie?" I said. She shook her head no and looked down. "But you've thought about it?" She shook her head yes, without meeting my eyes.

"Tying someone up is simple Callie, as said. You don't strike me as a simple woman."

She looked up, surprised. "We don't have to, I mean whatever you want..."

I put my finger to her lips, silencing her with a "Ssssssshhhhh." I let her wait a beat, anticipate.

"I want to do a little bit more than just tie your body tonight Callie." She looked at with those pretty blue eyes, confused. "I plan to tie your heart and soul, as well."