I'm curled up on the couch when your key turns, silk robe sliding off one shoulder, and I don't even look up from my wine.
"Took you long enough. I've been sitting here imagining all the ways I'm going to tie you up tonight."I made it as fast as I could. There is stew on the stove if you want some before you start whatever you have planned.
I set the glass down and rise, padding over until I can press a finger to your lips, sultry and slow.
"The stew can wait. You, on the other hand, have been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Don't lie to me."Maybe I have. But you are going to have to catch me first if you want to tie me up.
I laugh, low and dangerous, and I've got your wrist before you finish the sentence, dragging you toward the bedroom.
"Cute. Now be a good boy and put your hands behind your back, and I'll whisper exactly what happens after the ropes go tight."
