I gasped as he took me by the hips and ground his jeans clad erection against me. The rough fabric and zipper were almost unbearable against the wet s...ickness of my folds. I straightened up and his hands moved up to my breasts as he bent and delicately scraped his stubbled jaw against the junction of my neck and shoulder. I shuddered and he scraped me again harder and nipped my earlobe. I knew a lot of women disliked stubble but I adored it. The sandpaper roughness against my tender skin never. I obey. I’ve been waiting in my lingerie, so there’s no need for you to strip me. You tell me that I’ve been a bad girl and give me a firm spank, leaving a hot red print on my ass. I moan and respond with, ‘I’m sorry, do whatever you must for punishment.’ You put a blindfold over my eyes, handcuff my wrists behind my back and put my hair in a pony-tail. You pull at my hair to kiss me, then push my face toward the bed. ‘Get on your knees’ is what you command next. I do just that and you tell me,. But seriously, you're being very generous. I tell you what. Let me take you out to dinner. This evening. It's one of our rare free evenings. Unless you've other plans?" You really don't have to but, yes, I'd be delighted. And you won't need to make it up any other way." (The biggest fib she'd ever told, she thought when it was too late. But would she have got away with saying give me the part of Rusalka? Yet what a strange thing to happen. Surely not the Moon again?)The meal was splendid. Mr. Ellie had picked out everything she was wearing for her wedding with her and her new husband's future and their personal interests in the uppermost part of her thoughts. Ellie had especially picked out a very sexy push-up bra and a matching but very skimpy thong panty to wear underneath her wedding gown. She didn't know when but she hoped at some point to be able to lean over to her "husband-to-be" Rob and whisper, "Baby, wait'll you see what I'm wearing underneath this wedding gown" and give.