Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

“You love when I play with anything on your body, not just your hair.” I laugh at him while I sink into the pillows and watch the television show that’s playing in the background. “I want to be Judge Judy,” I tell him, but his soft snore fills the room. My heart beats just a touch different. We’ve been together twenty-four/seven for two months now. The thought of not seeing him every day makes my chest hurt. Laughing with him, fighting with him, but most part being hugged by him at night. His arms holding me close. Yup, I have to go. It’s going to do us both good.

The game that night is a tough one. Matthew is hit from behind, leaving the game early in the second period, but he comes back strong in the third period, getting a goal and an assist. His line is on fire, with the trio moving up to second line. The buzz around is that they are almost going to replace the top line. When we finally walk into the house we do the same thing as we have the last time, throwing everything down, except this time I just take out my toiletry bag and open it on the vanity since I’m leaving tomorrow morning. I grab the sunscreen, tossing it inside also.

I walk over to my closet, bringing down a bag that I have packed for tomorrow morning. Matthew is downstairs making sure that everything is okay. In twelve hours I’ll be on a beach. I walk over to the bed, sliding inside the crisp cold sheets. I close off the lights while I wait for Matthew to come upstairs. “All good?” I ask him while I watch him go to his side of the bed and slide inside.

“All good, babe.” He kisses my head, taking me in his arms. “I’m beat,” he says while tucking me close to him. I fall asleep to the beating of his heart and the smell of what I can only describe as Matthew.

The phone beeping makes me open my eyes. I try to reach out and close it, but my hand is stuck. Panic fills me as I open my eyes. My hand is tied to the bed with a black strap. The cuff has fur on it. I pull harder while my eyes roam around the room. I’m by myself, but both my hands are now strapped. “Matthew!” I yell out, knowing he is somewhere in the house. “Matthew fucking Grant,” I say while tugging on my cord. “This isn’t funny, Matthew.”

“Oh, I find this very funny,” he says, walking into the room, stopping at the doorway. He is dressed in his track pants and team T-shirt. His feet bare while he sips a cup of coffee.

“Matthew, let me go.” I pull again but nothing happens. “I have a flight to catch.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “If you think for one minute I’m letting you go to Mexico by yourself without me, you’re fucking dreaming.” He walks to the bed where I’m almost thrashing to get away from the restraints. “There’s no way in fucking hell you are going anywhere without me. Ever.” He smiles at me, infuriating me even more than I thought was humanly possible. This, this, this big bully has me strapped to a bed.

“You know this is kidnapping, right?” I try to pick the straps, but my nails can’t get to it. “I mean, you can’t honestly think you can keep me strapped to the bed.”

He smirks at me, his side smile making me want to take his stick and smash it over his head. “Oh, not only am I keeping you strapped to that bed the whole fucking time, you’re going to beg me to not let you go.”

“I think that bump to the head you got last night has messed you up.” I try to keep calm, yet I’m so mad I think I’m the hulk, except I’m really not. “Matthew, seriously, I have a plane to catch.”

“Sorry about that. I was able to cancel the flight, but I couldn’t get your points back. Or your money.” He sits at the end of the bed, his fingers going from my big toe all the way up the arch of my foot, to my inner ankle. “Mine,” he says to himself while his fingers go to the front of my leg. “I have the same straps for your legs,” he says while his finger trails my inner thigh till he gets to just under my pussy. “Those are going to come later.”

“Oh, no, they aren’t. Matthew, let me go. What if I have to go to the bathroom?” I ask him. Surely I can make a run for it.

“I can carry you there and back. Five days, five days of nothing but you, me, and time together,” he says while his finger goes from my inner thigh to the front where my bikini line is.