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On balance, that’s me more often than it’s him, though every now and then, when I top him, I TOP him.I’ve bottomed the last few times we’ve hooked up, and I’m getting consumed by that dark, antsy, twisted feeling. Fortunately, I now know exactly what cures this particular ailment, so I bide my time, warning him, threatening him, until I have him on the ropes, giggling nervously, as I whisper into his ear.“You better get ready, Tough Guy. Next time I see you, your ass is mine.” His eyes widen slightly, and I see a tiny bit of tension as he purses his lips slightly. He knows me well enough now to know that when this side of me raises its head, he’s right to be frightened.I call him as I leave work the next day, “I’m leaving now, I should be at yours in fifteen minutes,” I say, before adding darkly, “and Ethan, you better be naked when I get there.”I arrive at his place and let myself in. He’s in the living room, topless and barefoot, the button of his jeans unbuttoned, but clearly,. I had to change our positions, somehow. Re-establish the smugness I had felt earlier, sort of."You're going to blindfold me?" she suggested sexily.She batted her eyes. Fuck! She knew me too well. But it did give me an idea. Just maybe...In answer, I reached up and loosened the black silk rope holding her robe closed. I pulled it free from the belt loops."Turn around," I ordered firmlyShe did so with a saucy flip of her hips; a dare, a challenge.I made a loop at one end o the belt and slipped it over her wrist. I pulled that wrist behind her into the small of her back. She resisted slightly as I caught her other hand and gently pulled it back behind her. She was strangely quiet, subdued almost, and there was a visible tremor to her whole body. The sauce had mellowed."Please, not this..."It was a barely audible whisper. But she stopped before she finished."What did you say?" I asked, concerned.She cleared her throat."Nothing. Just a bad memory."I secured the two wrists together behind.
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