 |
|||
|
|
Chapter 3: Bondage
The next day, Sylvie was waiting patiently for Rick to come home. When he arrived, she dragged him into the bedroom. Could this be interpreted as she being dominant? It wasn't Sylvie's intention. She gave two towels to him. Rick immediately knew what he's suppose to do. Without one word, Sylvie's boyfriend tied both hands to the metal framework of the bed.
“You'll not escape this time, honey.” Rick said teasing. The “handcuffs” were harder to remove but Sylvie didn't objected. She wanted to explore, to experience new things. She was controlled by her boyfriend. Being controlled felt good in bed. The feeling of surrendering your feelings to someone was exciting, not in the erotic sense but in the psychological sense.
“This must feel how to be dominated feels like.” She thought. “Is this the true nature of women? To be submissive? Isn't it better to find a balance between all things? Rick always treated me well, I shouldn't make it hard for him. My boyfriend was always there for me.” Sylvie reflected.
“Please take me, Rick.” The brunette said without reasoning. It just came out her mouth. Her boyfriend didn't expect such language. He was happy she didn't have a problem with his desires. They made love, encouraged by Sylvie's words, Rick made harder moves. It was quite a change for him, he used only slow moves before. Despite his lack of experience, he managed surprisingly quite well.
“Dark.” She whispered. Her boyfriend knew what he had to do. Rick made a move to remove the handcuffs but she stopped him.
“Let's do both handcuffs and Dark.” Almost begging she answered.
Rick did what Sylvie was expecting. Sylvie didn't want to see his face. She imagined to make love with a stranger. She knew of course Rick was in the room. But because of playing dark, she could secretly use her imagination. Perhaps she was tired of only having sex with Rick. When she was young, she always had many boyfriends. But Rick was her first real boyfriend. Maybe she has nostalgia. She still had her youthful looks but somehow, she doubted she still could seduce other men. Maybe she was a bit insecure.
They played. They caressed each other after sex. More and more, he felt comfortable in bed. Since he was young, he wanted to dominate women, although he never acted on those impulses. Most of all, he was happy, he could push it to the next level.
|
|
|