I woke up to find you already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smug smile on your face. You were wearing nothing but your own confidence, and it was a damn good look on you.
"Good morning, boyfriend," you said, handing me a cup of coffee with a twinkle in your eye. "I hope you're ready for a little payback."
I raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of the coffee. "Payback for what?"
You laughed, your head thrown back in pure delight. "Oh, you know. For all the times you've had your way with me. It's my turn now."
I felt a thrill run through me as you spoke. I had always known that you were a strong, controlling woman, but I had never imagined just how far you would take it.
You proceeded to describe, in detail, how you were going to tie me up this time. You talked about soft but unyielding ropes that you had hidden under the bed, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down my spine.
You ran your fingers over my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles, as you told me how you were going to tickle me again. But this time, you said, it wouldn't just be my body that you would be exploring.
I tried to resist, but I could see the excitement in your eyes as you described how you would be using feathers, ice cubes, and your own lips to tease me.
You leaned in close, your breath hot against my ear, as you whispered dirty things into it. Things that made me squirm with pleasure.
You tied my hands to the bedposts, making sure that I was secure but still able to move enough to make it interesting.
You straddled me, your body pressing against mine, as you asked me if I was ready.
I nodded, my eyes filled with anticipation, and you began.
You started with my chest, your fingers dancing over my nipples, making me gasp.
You moved down, your lips following the path of your fingers, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
You reached my hips, your fingers tracing the outline of my cock, making me groan.
You teased me, your fingers just barely touching me, making me beg for more.
You finally gave in, your hand wrapping around my cock, your grip firm but gentle.
You leaned down, your lips brushing against mine, as you told me how much you were enjoying this, how much you were enjoying having me at your mercy.
And I couldn't help but think that the tables had turned, and I was more than okay with that.
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