Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
He held up another toy and set it on the table, cocking an eyebrow at me. I answered him, “You don’t want to use that toy on me. You know it makes me fight.”
“I like it when you fight.” He gave that low chuckle that I love, the one that promised a lot of fun to come.
“Last time I kicked you in the balls,” I pointed out. “You say you’re not a masochist, but…”
He held up a hand, looking at me with a warning in his expression. “That was on me; I got in range.”
“So you know I’ll do it again?” I asked. We played this game a lot, but it was still fun to make sure the lines were drawn in the same place. I could fight back as much as I was able, after he fastened me however he wished. My secret? I was better at getting out of restraints than he was at putting me in them.
“Only if I don’t stop you,” he answered. “You think I can’t stop you?”
“I don’t know if you will. I think you like it. So let me ask you… are you wearing a cup tonight, Sir?”
He leaned in very close, and in a soft whisper, he challenged me… “Find out.”
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