The woman considered the chains before lifting them. She was far more confident that the first woman, but still careful. She pulled the chains toward herself, gently, but firmly. Heather waited for the pain to move from her breasts and down her body before following. The woman held the chains and tugged slightly, drawing Heather closer, so that she stood right next to her, well within personal space.
“I’m Mia.” She brought up a finger and flicked playfully at the rose that dangled at Heather’s right nipple.
Mia uncrossed her legs and relaxed them. Heather brought a hand to the woman’s knee and traced her finger up the leg to the hem of the skirt. Mia kept her chains held firm, but did not pull them harder or flinch at her touch. Heather studied her face and the gentle curve of her lips. She could see the barest hint of lines at the corners and thought she might be in her thirties.
An older woman with more experience. That could be exciting and daunting.
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