“I won’t. I only want to get a little more sleep.”
I can’t see his face in the darkness, but I feel his hands on me. He works quickly untying my hands from behind my back, lifting my arms and retying them to the headboard efficiently without hurting me.
My pulse picks up once more as his fingers slide over my pulse. “Don’t even think about telling me this isn’t necessary,” he warns like he senses my thoughts. “I’ll meet you halfway on some things, but you have no say in this.”
“It’s okay.” So long as I don’t wake up in pain.
Not to mention how interesting it could be to share a bed with him. I wonder if he’ll be able to keep his hands off me after a while.
Maybe I can push his buttons a little and make it tougher for him to behave. It might bring us closer, which can only work in my favor. I need to use every tool I have available to me.
Although I don’t think the way my pussy tightens, my panties grow damp when he climbs into bed has much to do with using my tools. More like how much fun it might be to let him use me.