I storm in the room, feeling mad and upset, and find you lazily resting on the bed, wearing only your boxers. You look at me, raising a questioning eyebrow, and my fury knows no bound. I scream at you, calling you names, angry as I’ve never been, but you just smile at me, waiting for the storm to calm down. You are so sure of my love for you that you don’t try to appease me. You know that I will forgive you in the end, and you just wait patiently for it to happen.
I finally realize that you’re not reacting to my tantrum and I look at you, my eyes still gleaming with fury, as my body is beginning to react to your exposed body.
You slowly raise your arms and put your hands under your head, while you slightly spread your legs, inviting me to take possession of your body.
Oooo that’s how you want to play it?
I quickly undress, keeping my underwear, and go to the closet and retrieve the handcuffs you offered me for Christmas. As I climb on the bed, overlooking at you from my standing position, your eyes widen in surprise. You never thought that I could use those on you. You slowly put your arms down along your body, and I can see uncertainty in your eyes. The corners of my mouth rise in a grin.
Oh baby, you don’t know what’s going to happen to you!