I step into my pants and pull them over my ass. I didn't find my underwear, but fuck it.
When I turn to face him, I find him wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. I can tell by the bulge that he's not wearing any underwear.
"No." I turn around and grab my shirt off the chair.
I pull off his shirt I've been wearing and start putting on my own when I feel warm hands graze my sides. I didn't even hear him walk up behind me; that's how frazzled I am right now.
His hands graze lightly across my sides, and then they're gripping me and pulling me into his chest. My heart starts beating a little harder against my ribs, so I take a deep breath in and attempt to slow it. I don't want him to know that he makes my body react like this. That kind of knowledge goes straight to a man's ego.
His lips are on my shoulder, distracting me from my efforts to control my body's reaction. His hands trail down my arms to where my hands are currently in the sleeves of my shirt, since I was just about to put it over my head before he came into the picture. He grabs onto the fabric of my shirt and tugs at it. I release the shirt, curious where he's going with this. He twists the shirt twice, tightening it around my wrists, which are now forced together, and then places the loop he created around my wrists again.
"You think a pair of homemade handcuffs are going to keep me here?"
He kisses up my shoulder to my neck and returns his hands to my sides.
"Figured it was worth a shot."
I let my joined hands flop down in front of me. He turns me around and stares down my naked upper half, at my breasts on full display for him. The way my arms sit, they're pressing my breasts together, making them look fuller than usual.
"Fuck you're nice to look at."
While he's distracted, I lift my hand high enough to cup his balls through his sweats. He grunts and kicks his hips backward, but my grip is tight, so it only makes him groan more.
"Just wanted to remind you who has the real control here." When his eyes open and look at me, I give him a wink.
He bites his lower lip, face still slightly pained by the grip I have on him. I release him, and his body relaxes. I let him think I'm done, but I'm not. I shoot my hands out to grab him again, but before I can go back for seconds, he grabs the fabric of the shirt that binds my wrists.
"Uh oh." He shakes his head, his face turning more serious. "You're in trouble now." I can still see the playfulness behind his eyes, and it makes my pussy start to throb.
He starts walking toward the kitchen, dragging me behind him by my bound wrists. When we get to the island, he pulls out a chair and forces me to sit. Then, with one hand on my shirt cuffs, he reaches out and starts rummaging through a drawer in the hutch behind him.
"Aha!" He shuts the drawer and turns around, holding apiece of rope. "It's not my preferred type of rope for this, but I'll make it work."
He makes quick work of it and ties one end of the rope through my shirt between my wrists. Then he wraps the rope around my wrist and binds my hands to my torso, tying it off in the back where I can't reach. I lean forward to test it, and sure as shit, he tied me to the chair.
"Alright, now that that problem's taken care of..."
"You mean me?"
He leans forward and kisses my forehead with a gentleness so at odds with the fact that he just tied me in place, so I can't leave.
"Yes."
He moves to the fridge and stares into it for a while before he seems satisfied with whatever plan he just made in his head on the fly. He grabs out some eggs and a few other items.
"How do you like your eggs?"
"Excuse me?"
He doesn't have to look at me for me to know he's smirking. I can see it in the way his shoulders subtly shake from a suppressed laugh.
"I asked how you like your eggs cooked."
"You seriously tied me up just to cook me breakfast?"
"You seemed like you were going to run out of here if I didn't."
"And what if I told you I really wanted to leave? Would you force me to stay here and eat your fucking eggs?"
