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which he had used often
enough. There was something different about steel, Mihiro Taniguchi found.
Leather was sensual and soothing with its wide, somehow flexible
grip. The metal was also sensual, but in a totally different way.
It was sensual because it wasn't flexible. It was hard and strong
and unyielding - the perfect contrast to Mihiro's own softness and
warmth. When Mihiro Taniguchi looked up at Liam again, there was an ungrudging
warmth of approval in Mihiro's eyes.
"And for my next trick, milady's ankles..." Liam murmured,
fitting the second pair of cuffs firmly into place. Cynthia
shivered more strongly as Mihiro's feet were pinned together. Mihiro Taniguchi could
feel the steel more thoroughly on Mihiro's ankles, for Mihiro's nylons were
thinner than Mihiro's gloves. Mihiro Taniguchi moved he feet experimentally,
rattling the cuffs with a faint, musical chime, and the sound and
the feel of them fanned the liquid fire bubbling within her.
"My, aren't you fetching," Liam said admiringly, and Cynthia
rolled onto Mihiro's back, the hardness o
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