I stop dead in my tracks when I walk into the bedroom; he’s obviously on the edge of heat. I watch him writhe in silence on the bed while I undo my tie. “Hmmm….you…want me to do laundry?”
“No!”
“Give you a spanking?”
“Noooo!”
“You …like the new sheets I bought?”
“ARG! Get over here and fuck me!”
“mm no I’m not sure that’s what you really want.”
“Why are you torturing me?” he whimpers.
I begin to unbutton my shirt. “Because…I think you want more than a fuck. I think you want to be tied to the bed, edged, have your balls smacked, and then slowly slowly fucked until you go crazy. But I just can’t tell.”
He keens out into the pillow. “Fuuuck yeah I want that.”
“Mm still not sure.”
He gives me this murderous look, then stomps to the closet. He returns with the rope, a paddle, lube, a feather, and vibrating dildo and dumps them all on the bed with a huff.
I grin. “Oh noooow I understand. See, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”
He throws a pillow at me. “Get those pants off or I’m taking them off.”
“Tsk tsk…bossy bottom. Do we need to get you a gag too?” I ask.
“Oh you are so infuriating!”
“Yes, but you love me. Now, be a good boy, and finish undressing me.”
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Text is fictional. The gif I think came from peterfever.com.