The Mercantile

Eleanor attributes Mick's detachment to the difference in their ages, but Mick confesses a need for kink. Afraid of losing him, Eleanor reluctantly consents to bondage and pain.

"...When Mick found the pet section, he looked up and down the aisles to make sure no one else could see us. He selected a small, red, nylon collar from the ones hanging on the rack and wrapped it around my wrist. He smiled at me when it encircled my arm with room to spare. Squatting at my feet, he tried the collar around my ankle. After making sure it fit, he slid his hand up my shin and thigh and into the leg of my shorts, worming his finger inside the crotch of my panties. Of course, that made me wet. Anytime Mick touched me I got wet, but I think he misinterpreted my desire."

Originally published by Ravenous Romance.