You open your door to me stepping on to your porch, almost exactly as I did last time. Kickstart in hand, red t-shirt and sweats, duffel bag slung over my shoulder. I grin and give you a hug, slip off my shoes, and turn around.
This is my time.
"No beating around the bush this time. Your bedroom, please." I don't say it rudely or demandingly, just matter-of-factly. I can't make you do something if you don't want to. You just want to.
You shrug and walk up to your room. I ask you to put music on and put your lube on the table while I light the candle in a jar I brought with me. Then I lean against your bed, cock my head, and say, "Strip."
You react just like I did. Just slightly taken aback, you remove your socks, your shirt, and your belt and jeans. When I raise my eyebrows, your boxers come off too. I smile at you- you're not quite half hard.
That's alright, you'll get there.
I toss you a pair of black handcuffs the same way you threw my collar at me. "Those are yours," I smirk. I jerk my head at your bed, and you sit down, leaning against your headboard.
"Perfect," I whisper. "Behind your back or above your head? That's up to you."
You consider a moment and cross your wrists behind your back. I smile and fasten both cuffs around both wrists, and turn to consider the row of ties on the wall. "You like the pink one, yeah?" I ask you. You smile and nod. You've been wordless this entire time, even though I didn't stipulate it. I like it.
I pick up the pink tie and crawl over your bed to sit on top of you. I kiss your lips, your jaw, your neck, biting ever so slightly.
This is mine right now.
I draw back, and look at you. "Do you trust me?"