“What was that, baby?” I asked Rachel with a sly grin. She tried to respond, but her poor, gagged mouth just wouldn’t let her. “You’re going to have to speak up... No?” A muffled plea sounded out from beneath the gag as I smirked. Leaning in and kissing Rachel’s neck, I told her “You know you’re all mine this weekend, I trust?”. She nodded slowly as I grinned. “Atta girl,”
***
I’d had an awful week, and I could tell Rachel had, too. We were both acting grumpy all the time and rarely talking. We both hated when we acted like that, but once you’re in a mood, they’re hard to escape from. Fortunately, she and I had a hobby we both enjoy. We hadn’t really ‘played’ in a while, so I figured I’d surprise her. I made sure to leave work relatively early that particular Friday so I could get home first.
Once I was home, I showered, tying my hair into a messy bun, and putting on some of my ‘sexiest’ underwear - red and black lacey set - and covering my outfit up with an old dressing gown. I looked innocent enough. I headed into the kitchen and got myself a cup of tea, completing my innocent facade, and watched TV until I heard the door open, and looked up to see a grumpy Rachel nod and grunt hello to me. I smiled back at her sleepily. “Rough day?” I asked her calmly. She dropped her bag on the floor and nodded. Getting up with a sympathetic sigh, I kissed her on the cheek. “Why don’t you have a shower and take a nap? I’ll make us some dinner, okay?” I asked, merely getting a semi-grateful nod in response before Rachel walked off to shower.
Heading to the kitchen, I proceeded to pretend to make dinner. Just moving pots and pans around to fill the silence with the noises of cooking until I finally heard the water stop running. I waited maybe 15 more minutes until I was confident that Rachel would have been laying on the bed, drifting into her nap. I ever so slowly tiptoed to our bedroom and peeked in. Sure enough, she was laying on the bed in just her towel.
I walked in slowly, picking out the belt of her dressing gown, and a few of our hand-dandy fuzzy cuffs. Getting slowly onto the bed and sitting on Rachel’s hips, I ran my hands up and down her body, as if trying to soothe her to sleep with my touch, very slowly, bringing her hands above her head. She stirred a little out of curiosity. I leaned in and kissed her gently, as if that would put her back to sleep, perhaps. Thankfully it did buy me a few more seconds as I was able to cuff her wrists to the barred headboard.
“Wh-whuh?” a sleepy Rachel finally questioned.
“Ssh, baby, It’s just me, okay?” I calmed her down, kissing her gently on the lips.
“What are y-”
“Well, we’ve both been a little stressed recently, right?” I asked her as I sent my forefinger and middle finger up her body as they mimicked a walking man. “And I just figured, you know. We could both do with a bit of R and R.” I smiled down at her, very slowly starting to pull her towel away from her body.
“Babe, I’m really tire-”
“I know,” I said, cutting her off, but I need this. You need this. We need this,” I grinned, leaning in and planting a firm kiss on Rachel’s lips, my teeth tugging her bottom lip gently as I pulled away.
I threw Rachel’s towel onto the bedroom floor and planted a hand onto her soft tummy to steady myself. My other hand started untying my gown’s belt and pulled it open, slipping just one-half of it off of my shoulder as my lingerie was on display for Rachel. I smiled down at her as her eyes started to gaze at my exposed skin...
“Convinced yet?”
TBC