Who Needs Handcuffs? (Diana #4)

By Lotte Larsen

I was loving these soft leather straps we'd found in our Stockholm dungeon hideaway. Much better than handcuffs. But Olaf and Mikko were spending too much time rehashing the nasty sex games their kinky cougar boss Ursula had played. Then Olaf let it slip she was hotter in bed. Ouch. Going after Ursula through her boytoy assistant was simply a natural reaction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lotte Larsen
• Release date: Sep 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311266590

Lotte Larsen

Lotte Larsen is a Swedish-Canadian who lives in Toronto, Ontario. She hopes you have as much fun reading her smutty little pulps as she has writing them.

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HotSwedishMen: Diana #4

WHO NEEDS HANDCUFFS?

Lotte Larsen

Copyright © Lotte Larsen, 2015

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Table of Contents

One: Friction

Two: Dinner

Three: Extremes

Four: Breakfast

Five: Interrogation

Six: Ursula

Seven: Photos

Eight: Leather

Nine: Renovation

One: Friction

Mikko bounced into the bedroom and jumped onto the huge bed where Olaf and I were sitting. His compact little body was quivering with excitement like a big dog dying to chase rabbits. My client loves all the ideas I have and so does his girlfriend. They're both definitely seeing the potential of this place.

'This place' was a dim cold three room apartment, one of eight high end condos converted from an industrial building. Polished grey concrete walls and floors, twenty-five foot ceilings in the bedroom and main room, grey metal fixtures throughout, including a icy metal toilet and clusters of iron bondage rings drilled into the walls. Very post-apocalyptic prison slash dungeon with a bit of hipster industrial furniture thrown into the main room to make it seem liveable. What every rich UK government official did with his investment property, right? The girlfriend wanted a makeover or she was walking and the guy wanted to keep her more than his Stockholm dungeon hideaway. A lucrative decorating contract for Mikko and a private place where the three of us had been fucking each other silly while Mikko soaked up the atmosphere and decided how to make it look presentable.

I wrapped the wide soft leather strap around my arm again, really enjoying the feel of the leather against my skin. Olaf had found the straps and some other bondage gear under the huge bed about a week ago. He'd found all the rings set into the bedframe, too, and tied me down and played with me for a while. That had been surprisingly intense and satisfying for both of us.

When do we have to get out, Mikko? I asked.

Mikko grinned even more. We don't. I gave them so many ideas that they can't decide. And once they do, I'll need more time to synthesize all their requests into a cohesive design. We'll be here for another month at least.

Fantastic.

Olaf got behind me and put his arms and legs around me. Kissed my cheek. All long lean muscle and a face full of stubble. Now that Mikko isn't skyping his client, maybe we can help you explore your sudden leather fetish, Hunter.

I stroked my arm. It's not a fetish. It's just . . . interesting. Mush better than handcuffs or cloth. Those bite into my wrists too sharply and they don't cover enough of my skin. I stroked another strap against his bare calf. Doesn't that feel good?

Mm, I prefer human skin.