Not really sure what else to do, I toss the die into the air. It lands on the floor and rolls over several times until it eventually bumps into the wall and stops. I crane my neck to see the result but it’s hard to read from here.
The dungeon master walks over to view the result and retrieve the die. “Twenty! Nice! It’s actually a lot harder to get on this one because it’s not balanced.”
I have no idea what that means, but I happily accept the coupon they hand me.
“Anything in the store,” they repeat. “It doesn’t have to be from the dungeon.”
The dungeon master returns behind the counter, ready to help us if we need anything behind it. Remembering theirexplanation of the sounding rods, I blush and turn away from them, focusing on the rest of the store.
The wall my die ran into is covered in bondage gear. Even though I’m fairly vanilla, I recognize the gags and handcuffs, and I can guess what the hoods are for. The rest of it is a mystery to me. I pick up a triangular leather sack with a zipper down its length. There are a few different sizes, though I can’t figure out how you use it.
“You put your arms behind your back and your partner zips you into it,” the dungeon master explains.
I try to picture the position he’s describing, imagining my arms trapped behind me. It doesn’t seem very comfortable. I put it back and examine the other options. There are classic handcuffs and fuzzy ones, then there are thick bands lined in fur. They’re in a rainbow of colors and it annoys me that they’re haphazard—blue next to pink with green on the wrong side.
“Do you want to be tied up or do you want to tie someone else up?” Euan asks as he picks up a teal set of cuffs and runs a thumb over the fur.
I scan him from head to toe, considering what he might look like wearing the cuffs. Both wrists and ankles bound, spreading him open across a bed.I could do whatever I want with him.
Except I have no fucking clue what to do. If he’s the one tied down, am I supposed to penetrate him? It seems like that’d be harder with him tied to a bed. Or maybe he’d expect me to ride him? Treat him like my personal toy. Honestly, that sounds like I’m the one doing all the work. Not very different from my usual sex life.
No, I definitely have no interest in tying Euan—or anyone—up.
I take the cuff from Euan and lay it across my wrist, picturing the other scenario. All my limbs bound, held immobile but still in a comfortable position. I close my eyesand add a blindfold to the fantasy, because I think it’d be easier if I don’t know exactly what’s coming. If I can shut my brain off for a bit. A phantom touch caresses my side, mimicking how Euan has touched me before. This time the touch lingers, until my skin burns from the heat and desire formore. Tracing a path over my side, along my chest, down my inner thighs. With my hands bound, I can’t do anything to try to guide the hand except squirm and shift my hips hopefully. I don’t know when, but I’ve added a gag to the little fantasy so I can’t even voice what I want. I’m solely at Euan’s mercy—
I snap out of the daydream and shove the cuff back onto the rack. Euan may be my husband on paper but using him to fuel my fantasies is a step too far. I should have pictured some faceless figure, not the man standing next to me just because he’s convenient.
Well, and because he’s attractive. I can’t help glancing at him from the corner of my eye, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, his thick arm muscles.He wouldn’t even need to tie me up to hold me down.
I move away from the bondage wall, telling myself that I’m not running away from him, I’ve just finished window shopping. I’m not going to buy anything even if I have a coupon.
Further into the room, I finally spot the furniture the dungeon master mentioned. Several large, pre-assembled pieces are on display while their boxes line one wall. Some of it I understand at a glance. There’s a fake throne with the seat cut out of it and a pillowed headrest underneath so one person can sit while the other eats them out. A large X with straps on each point is obviously for tying someone up. But I have to crane my head to figure out what the S-curve is for, and I’m not really sure how anyone would use the gymnastics vault.
“Hey, so I don’t want to sound like a creep,” the dungeon master says, speaking up for the first time in several minutes.Euan and I both look at them, but their eyes are locked on Euan, their pierced eyebrows furrowed. “But do I know you?”
Euan’s smile is polite but void of recognition. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure? I feel like I’ve seen you before.”
“I’m not from here,” Euan explains, “I’m just visiting.”
“Visiting,” they repeat. Then the dungeon master snaps and points a finger gun at Euan. “Nick’s boyfriend! The long-distance guy he met during an RPG.” As soon as they realize where they recognize Euan from, their gaze turns to me. One pierced eyebrow arches in a clear message:you’re not Nick.
My initial response is to defend myself with “We’re just friends.” Except we’re not, because we’re married. Then I remember that Euan and Nick broke up, so it’s none of this person’s business. Euan could bend me over that S-curve right now and fuck me senseless, and the only problem would be the public indecency.
And shit, I’m thinking about it again.
Alright, so maybe I want to fuck my husband. It shouldn’t be a surprise, since I might have slept with him the night we met if I’d been a little more sober and a little less depressed. Instead, I married him, which means our relationship is already far too complicated. The last thing we need to do is add sex into the mix.
Not that Euan has actually asked or offered.
Although he did ask if I want to be tied up …
Stop. Thinking. About. It.
“Nick and I aren’t together anymore,” Euan explains.
The dungeon master doesn’t look convinced, but they also don’t ask any probing questions. “Sorry for interrupting,” they reply. They finally break eye contact and duck their head to look down at their phone.
