She laughs again, her hands brushing over my shoulders and down my arms.
I pull away and she pouts, reaching for me.
“Get those panties off and crawl up the bed,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”
Not waiting for her response, I hurry across the hallway into my dark bedroom and snatch up a bag from the top drawer of my dresser. I grab the lube from the side table and hurry back across the hall to find her naked in the middle of the bed, legs spread, fingering her own clit.
I go still, watching her play. Her chest is flushed a deeper pink, her cheeks too. “Like what you see, puppy?” she teases.
I groan, dropping the bag onto the end of the bed. “I’m not puppy tonight.”
She dips two fingers inside her pussy, giving them a little twist that has her biting her bottom lip like a red-haired siren. “Who are you then?”
Reaching into the black shopping bag, I pull out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs.
She gasps, dropping her hand away from her clit as she sits up. “Ryan, tell me you didn’t go to a sex shop with Mars Price today!”
I blink. “What—no,” I cry. “No, I bought these online. You think I would brave a sex shop without you, are you kidding?”
She crawls down to the end of the bed, taking the handcuffs from me, eyes wide. “These are so cute, I wanna die,” she coos, rubbing the pink fur against her cheek. “Ohmygosh, they’re so soft—”
I snatch them out of her hand with a glare. “They’re not supposed to be cute. They’re handcuffs, Tess. This is serious.”
She smirks. “Then why didn’t you get like, black leather, or just plain metal?”
I pout, feeling a little defeated as I glance down at them. “I didn’t want them to hurt you.” Her breath catches and I look up to see tears spring to her eyes. I reach for her, my hand brushing her cheek. “Tess, what—”
But she shakes her head, moving away from my hand with a soft laugh. “Nope, I’m fine. Ryan, you’re so sweet.” She pulls me in, one hand brushing over mine on the cuffs as she cups the back of my neck with the other and pulls me down for a kiss. “You’re so good to me,” she whispers against my lips. “Good for me.”
I smile, heart racing as she lets her walls down.
“I want you to fuck me,” she commands. “Put those pink cuffs on me and tear me apart.”
I pull away, glancing from her to the bag. “I—there’s more,” I admit.
She snatches up the bag, the plastic rustling as she pulls out a looped length of simple black rope. “Ohmygod, what the fuck are you gonna do with this?” she whispers, gazing up at me.
I shrug, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I thought…maybe I might, like, loop it through the cuffs…and then loop it through the eye hook on the bed frame to sort of…tie you down…or something like that,” I finish lamely.
Exactly like that. I want to tie her down. Don’t make me explain why, but my dick is literally ready to explode at the very idea. Looking at her holding the rope? I’m already dead.
“What eye hook?” she says, glancing over her shoulder.
I huff. “Babe, I’m pretty sure this is a sex bed.”
“What?” she cries, her gaze darting back to me.
“Yeah, there are eye hooks all along the base for tying someone up. You never noticed?”
“Ohmygod,” she shrieks again. Tossing the rope down onto the bed, she scrambles over to the side and drops down, bare ass in the air, inspecting the thick wooden frame of the bed. “Are you kidding me?” comes her muffled cry. “How did you find these?”
“I dropped my phone the other night while we were watching TV in here,” I reply. “Had to sorta crawl under to get it. Remember?”
“And you didn’t say anything then?” she cries. “Ohmygod, the hooks go all the way around!”
I stifle a laugh. “You really didn’t know you were sleeping in Mars Price’s rope sex bed?”
She sits upright, her curls a mess as she flops down onto her butt. “Those kinky fuckers. Rachel has never said a word about rope play!”
My eyes go wide. “Wait—you talk to her about that stuff? Like, you talk to her about sex? Will you talk to her about this?”
She laughs. “This part, yeah. I won’t rest until I throw Mars’s rope bunny sex bed in her face the next time I see her.”
“Hey, babe?” I pick up the rope off the end of the bed.