(This one is a short one that continues what happened at the high rise. Thank you for reading.)
I woke up a few hours later after our hot fuck in the high rise. As I looked next to me, I saw her beautiful form laying there peacefully. I slid out of bed to grab some water. I took a long drink before refilling the glass. As I thought about the last few days, I smiled. I never thought after losing my wife to cancer that I would be happy again. I thought about the offer I made to her a few days ago for her to move in with me. I started to debate whether to bring it up again or not. I decided to wait on it just to see what she was thinking.
I slid back into bed beside her and kissed her forehead. I could feel her hands sliding up my body as I pulled back. I loved her hands. They were the right combination of softness and roughness. I started rubbing her back before an idea crossed my mind. I reached into my luggage and found what I was looking for. I then carefully took her hand and cuffed it to the other one. The soft click of the cuffs woke her up.
"What the hell?" she asked before looking at me with her eyes partially closed.
"Hello, my pet," I said, a bit more confident.
"Is this a punishment?"
"No, my pet. I just want to be able to do what I want to you before you stop me."