“Use handcuffs. Just somehow make him fall onto the bed and close the cuffs instantly.”
I nod, already calculating the odds of success.
“But I don’t have handcuffs.”
“Don’t worry about that. We can order them anytime.” She pulls out her phone.
Less than two minutes later, she orders pink fur handcuffs.
“Leo is going to get the shock of his life. Please, please click a photo for me, Leo tied to the bed in pink handcuffs.”
I laugh, staring ahead while my mind drifts into vivid imagination.We move the swing lightly backward and forward.
“How’s your practice going?” I ask her.
“It’s going fine. I’m nervous and excited about the event.”
“Why so?”
“It’s… important.”
“Important?”
She goes silent for a moment, then chuckles. “Every event is important for an artist.”
I nod, sensing she’s hiding something. The reason behind her excitement and nervousness isn’t simple.
Matleon
The moment I open the door to my room, someone covers my eyes. I grin. “Wow, Angel. So you’ve finally given up on treating me cold?”
“Something like that. I want to tell you something.”
“Is this something related to the happiness of my dick?”
“I don’t know if you’ll feel happy or not.”
She guides me to sit on the bed, then turns off the lights with a voice command.
“Are we going to do something kinky?” I mutter, holding her soft ass in front of me.
“I want to try something with you. But don’t think of it as anything else, it’s just physical.”
I frown. I don’t want anythingjust physicalwith her, but let’s see what she has in mind. This isn’t just a little fishy. I’m in a fish market, everything’s fishy here.
She pushes me onto the bed. I fall back, but because I’m holding her soft ass in my hands, she lands on top of me. I squeeze her over her shorts. Her heart thuds loudly against my chest. I want to believe it’s just because of our close proximity, but I know my little Angel is up to something.
She grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from her ass, and pins them above my head. I’m not so dumb as to not guess what’s coming next. She cuffs my wrists to the bed.
“Not bad,” I say lazily. “So what now? Planning to ride my dick?”
She turns on the lights and steps away from me. “How about we watch a movie together?”
I raise a brow, watching the mischievous curve of her smile. If I had to choose between all the versions of her I’ve seen in the past month, I’d pick this one over every other.
I shift slightly on the bed and glance up at my wrists. Pink, flimsy handcuffs. She must’ve ordered them from a sex-toy shop, which means she has no idea I could snap them without much effort.
I let a smile tug at my lips.Let her have her moment.
