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She goes to move and relief floods me, but then I feel the ready warmth of her entrance brush over me. It sends me over the edge. Tips me. “Damn it, Ava. Take the fucking cuffs off.”
“What are you going to do?”
I hate myself for filling her with obvious alarm, but I’m pretty certain she’s not as anxious as I am right now. I’m pissed with her for being so crafty, and even more pissed with myself for letting her win this.
“Take them off.”
“Not until you tell me what you’re going to do.”
What I’m going to do? She’s worried about the repercussions. Good. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then you’re going to run fourteen miles.” I raise my head a little. “And we won’t be stopping for a muscle rub or a coffee break.”
“I don’t want to go for a run,” she says coolly. “You can’t make me.”
“Ava, you need to remember who holds the power in this relationship.” I’m surprised by her front, and even more surprised by my continued arrogance. I’m in no position to be throwing such statements around, and her horrified face confirms it.
“I’m sorry, who has the power?” she retorts, resolute and smug.
And there we have it. She knows. She fucking knows what’s happening here. I’m powerless, and that is not a place I can afford to be. “Ava, I’m warning you.”
“I can’t believe you’re being so cranky over this. It was okay foryouto handcuffme.”
“I was in control,” I roar, deranged.
“You’re a power freak,” she yells back, and I wriggle a little more, just for something to do other than say stupid shit. “I’m going to get a shower.”
“I’m only a power freak with you,” I shout as she leaves me on the bed. Wait. A shower? Now? What about me? “Ava!”
The bathroom door slams, and I’m alone, simmering with anger and uncertainty. I can hear the spray start, a small whimper escaping me at the mental image of her rubbing soap all over her body. I have issues. Big fucking issues. She loves me, I know for sure, but there’s so much that can make her change her mind on that—more important shit than my fucking age.
I slump back, utterly exhausted and wondering... what the fuck now? After she’s showered, what then? She’s got to release me at some point.
Hasn’t she?
I narrow one eye on the door. Huff a few times. Slam my head back down to the pillow, and I lie there for what seems like forever, restrained, my mind racing, until I finally hear the door open and look up to see her wander into the room wrapped in a towel. I pout to myself. She’s showered without me. I’ve been deprived of an opportunity to clean her, wash her hair, look after her, and that’s plain cruel.
I’m fucked.
My conclusion is a torture session and an age confession too late, but I’ve finally arrived at a reasonable state of mind. I can’t make demands while handcuffed to the bed. I can’t enforce them while in this state. So I have no choice but to change my tact. “Baby,” I purr softly. “Come and free me, please.”
She completely ignores me, settling to dry her hair, leaving me nothing to do but watch her readying herself for work. I’ve no one to blame but myself. I know I could have handled this better. Yet here I am, still handcuffed to the fucking bed.Idiot.
When she’s done and looking even more stunning, she wanders over, and I sigh, marvelling at how lovely she is. She dips and kisses me, and I accept, jerking when I feel her lovely palm grasp my still aching arousal. So she’s clearly not done killing me softly. “Ava,” I say around her mouth, taking everything I can get. “I love you so fucking much.” Fuck changing my tact. She’s a cruel harlot. “But if you don’t undo these cuffs, I’m going to fucking strangle you.”
My words have no effect. She just smiles and kisses her way down to my cock. She licks and takes me deep. It’s amazing. It’s horrific.Oh Jesus.“Ava, please.” My dick is dropped in an instant, and she’s soon walking away. My hope soars when I see her pick up something off the chest of drawers. The key?Oh, thank God. Get me out of this hell.
My whole being relaxes when she unlocks a hand, the blood completely drained, leaving it limp and weak...and fucking painful. I won’t be able to do fuck all because my fucking hands won’t work. She puts the key on the table next to the bed, and I look to the small piece of silver on a frown, then to my defiant little temptress, who has never been so worthy of her title. “What are you doing?”
“Where’s your phone?” she asks.
My phone? What’s my phone got to do with anything? “Why?”
“You’ll need it. Where is it?”
“It’s in my suit jacket,” I say as she backs up to the pile of clothes on the floor. “Ava, just give me the key.” She’s not leaving me here, surely?
I watch in stunned silence, the crazy building again, not quite believing what’s happening. She retrieves my phone, places it just out of reach, and then walks out of the bedroom.
I’m silent for a few moments, struck dumb, at a loss for words. She left me? After the past two days, kicking my boots, searching for distraction in any form, this is bad, bad news. Just lying here, wondering, worrying where she is, who she’s seeing, what she’s doing. And now also stressing over whether my recently revealed age is going to be an issue. I know Ava. She makes issues out of non-issues. She’s a master at it. She’s gone, just like I knew she would. And I amnotokay.
