Alright. It’s time for the second story. I suggest you read the other one first.
John and I have been getting more comfortable with ourselves and have basically had a war going on the whole week. Every time we’re intimate, it almost always escalates to one of us getting bound for a few minutes, just to spice up the mood. John’s the kind of guy that loves to dominate, and even before we started using bandanas and the belt of my bathrobe, he used to always pin me down and try to make me go crazy.
Last night was no different. We were watching some show, I can’t remember. If you can guess I was a little distracted. (You would be too if you saw him.) As usual he was thinking with his second head and wanted to be a little more intimate than cuddling and watching a show so he started to kiss my neck.
“You’re just not wasting any time, are you?†I asked coyly.
“The question is, will you be able to hold back once I start?â€
No. I wouldn’t. He continued to kiss my neck, making a trail up to my ear and nibbled a little. Not a hard nibble mind you, but just enough to get the adrenaline running a little. We make out for a little bit and then we started “playing defense†on each other. He’d try to touch my chest but I’d bat it away. I’d try to squeeze his rear and he’d pin down my hand.
“Where’s that belt of yours? I had it over on the chair.†He asked.
“Oh, I hid it.â€
“Why would you do a thing like that?†he said poking me in the ribs a little.
“Because.†I say giggling.
“Because why, babe?â€
“Because, John, I have to make it difficult, don’t I? Besides. Can’t we just cuddle tonight?â€
“Well that doesn’t matter, cuz I have a back up, and I had a feeling you’d ask that.â€
“Yeah, okay.†We made out a bit more. I tickled him a little. “If you say so.â€
“Boat straps.â€
“Wha’?†I had no idea what in God’s name those are.
“You’ll see.â€
With that, the wrestling began, and even though I was on top, I still didn’t stand a chance. Within seconds we were tossing and turning on his bed and he had me pinned with one arm, reaching into his bureau with his other. He pulled out this little strap. I guess you use them to tie boats down. Being the dork he is, John uses it as a belt. He began to wrap it around my wrists, although I struggled. This time, rather than just tying my hands behind my back, he pulled me up to the headboard and started to secure them. I heard the click click click of the boat strap and knew it was hopeless after that.
In the past, even with my arms tied behind my back, I would be able to wiggle around and out of his grasp to evade the inevitable, but this time I was stuck.
To be continued… He wants to spend time together now..