I could tell by the way you looked at me at the bar last night that I would cross your mind the next time you masturbated.
Just seeing me was enough to fill your body with hot, tingling lust. Don't deny it.
And truthfully, I was just as obsessed with you. No one else at the bar caught my handsome eye like you did. It took every ounce of restraint I had to keep my huge, strong hands off of you.
What can I say? I'm a pervert.
You were the most gorgeous little thing I've ever seen. And since I'm so good at reading people, I knew that you were never meant to be dominant.
The thought of a natural submissive like you holding me in your mind and flicking your bean without my permission makes my blood boil. I couldn't let you get away with that. And no way in hell was I letting another man take you home -- someone who doesn't know how to treat you right.
I had to say something.
"If you're not busy tomorrow, I'd like to give you a day of unforgettable pleasure," I announced. My voice was smooth and overpowering.
Deer in headlights doesn't even begin to describe the look on your pretty face. You'd never met a man so desperate to please you.
There was only one condition: You had to let me tie you up.
As long as I'm the object of your desire, you're not allowed to cum without my consent. The bondage is to make sure I'm in charge.
"Do we have a deal?" I asked.
"Yes."
You really had no idea what you were in for. And now that I've tied your wrists and ankles to the bedframe, I can do whatever I want with you.
By the way, I noticed how you leered at my figure when I stripped naked moments ago. The way you bit your little lip and carnally stared at my chest, my legs, and my erection. You crave the fire-hot pressure of my body deep inside you.
Don't you dare deny it. Being dishonest will only land you in more trouble.
Of course, now that you're bound, your pleasure depends on me. I'll decide when you get your fix, you horny little slut.
