It all started as it had before, in a room full of red. I could not make out what objects made up the red, as they were obscured by the beauty and allure of the vessel of my desire. June. Besides her all that could be seen was a bed, the dark oak bedframe gently holding a mattress, soft as clouds, and covered in a white bedsheet. She was standing in front of me, smiling, my temptress, my goddess, I had nothing but reverence for her, and yet there was nothing I wanted to do more than tie her down and introduce ecstasy and unimaginable pleasure to the red room.
We kissed, exploring each other's mouths as I undressed her, lifting her shirt over her head, unclipping her bra and tossing it to the side, before removing my own shirt and pants as she caressed my chest, her fingers making music across my skin. A rope seemed to materialize out of thin air, and as she caressed me I tied a makeshift restraint. After I finished, I pushed her onto the bed, pressed my mouth into hers, and we passionately kissed each other as I carried out my plan.
I removed her pants, inch by inch showing her gorgeous legs, and pulled her panties off afterwards, her full body now revealed to me. I brought both hands above her head and secured them into the restraints, tying the other end to the top of the bedframe, listening to her breath quicken as she kissed me harder. My mouth left hers, and as I kissed down her neck I could feel her hot breath and hear tiny moans between each kiss. Her hands pushed against the restraints, not in an attempt to escape, but as if she were testing if they were holding her properly.