Two's Company

said, slipping on her shoes.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Downtown. There’s a lot of great shops and boutiques. And if you don’t
    mind, I really want to look at some stuff for the baby.”
    Gillian chuckled. “No, I don’t mind. As long as I have the chance to buy
    some new shoes.”
    “Don’t you have enough?”
    “Bite your tongue! There’s no such thing as enough shoes!” They laughed, left
    the hotel and climbed into the limo.
                                                                 ~ * ~
    “Ian,” Sylvia said into her cell phone. “You really must join us for supper
    tonight. It’s Gillian’s last night.”
    Ian laughed. “Do you realize I haven’t worked a single night since you
    and Gillian got here? I do have a business to run.”
    “So you’ll meet us at eight, right?”
    “Yes, baby sister, I’ll see you then.”
                                                 ~ * ~
                  “Gillian,” Ian said, raising his glass. “It’s been a privilege to have you with
    us this past week. I hope you have a safe flight tomorrow and return to Chicago
    every chance you get.”
    “Here, here,” Sylvia chimed in.
    “Thank you,” Gillian replied. “I’ve had a wonderful visit and wish I could
    stay longer, but work calls.”
    “I’ll go with you to the airport,” Sylvia offered.
    “No, don’t worry about it. I have to get up early and there’s no reason for
    you to wear yourself out. We’ll say goodbye tonight and I’ll see you back home
    in a few weeks.”
    “And of course you’ll come back for the baby shower, won’t you?”
    Catherine asked.
    “I wouldn’t miss it,” Gillian replied.
                                                   ~ * ~
    When they’d finished supper and had visited half the night, Ian offered
    Gillian a ride back to her hotel, which she accepted. Ian and Gillian drove with
    the top down through the warm summer night.
    Ian looked at Gillian and thought of dropping her off at the hotel and
    going straight home, but the desire to have one last night with her went straight
    from his head to his groin. He shifted in the seat to give his semi-erect cock a
    little more room, and the thought of dropping her off faded quickly.
    “Gillian,” Ian began, “I know it’s late, but I was hoping—“
    “So was I,” she said coyly.
    Ian laughed. “Your place or mine? Never mind, let’s make it yours, and
    I’ll drive you to the airport tomorrow.”
    “Sounds good,” she said.
    Ian pulled into the hotel parking lot and raised the convertible hood.
    Escorting Gillian through the lobby, he held her hand and they chatted and
    laughed. When she opened the door to her room, she grabbed Ian’s tie, wrapped
    it around her hand, and kicked the door closed behind them.
    “Whoa!” Ian laughed when she shoved him against the wall. “What’s
    gotten in to you?”
    Using his tie, she pulled him down face-to-face with her and whispered,
    “For tonight, you’re mine. So just do as I say and you won’t get hurt. Possibly,”
    she added.
    “As you wish,” Ian whispered back. He had no problem letting a woman
    take charge and lead him in whatever direction she wanted to. As far as he was
    concerned, sex was intended to be mutually satisfying and if she had a fantasy
    she wanted to act out, he’d gladly accommodate her.
    Pulling him by his tie, Gillian led him toward the bed and released him.
    “Undress,” she told him and sat back on the bed to watch. When he
    finished, she moved to stand behind him and ran her hands over his back and
    down his arms. Grasping his wrists, she pulled his hands behind his back and
    handcuffed him.
    “Come with me,” she said and led him to the bed, where she pushed him
    down face first. Using his tie, she tied his ankles together.
                  “I’ll be right back,” she said and disappeared into the bathroom. She
    returned wearing a pair of knee high black vinyl boots with spiked heels, a black
    leather nipple-less bra with a leather thong, and a pair of black, elbow-length
    fingerless gloves. Carrying a leather whip in one hand, she slapped it lightly
    against the palm of her other hand.
    “What are you doing, Gillian?” Ian asked, raising his head to see her
    better.
    “I’m doing whatever the hell I want to,” she said with a laugh. “And