Force

Tim waits for Erin in the living room, silk ties dangling from his finger. She pauses in the open front door, hesitant to keep moving forward, though the sight of him was all too alluring.

He’d ditched his shirt, shoes, and socks, and stood in a simple pair of jeans that hugged all the right parts of him. His lean, muscular chest would never not be impressive to her, and her fingers itched to touch. Judging by his demeanor, however, she would not have permission to do so.

Erin took the last few steps inside. She closed and locked the door behind her, taking a steadying breath.

He had alluded all day to a “surprise,” which had only caused her anticipation to mount. A surprise, in Tim’s dictionary, could mean any number of things. Her mind had raced all day, speculating, but not once would he give her a hint.

They were still new, Tim and Erin as a couple. Some days, Erin believed she would wake up to find it all a dream, but Tim’s solid body at her side dispelled any notion it was an illusion.

“Um… hi,” Erin ventured, as Tim had not spoken a word since she arrived. He’d just stared, the finger with the silk ties swaying a little. The smirk on his face was pure sin, a look that could get Erin’s blood pumping faster in under a second.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed, arms and legs. Color?”

Tim never...