I lean forward on the couch and stick my empty carton of lo mien on the table. After wiping my mouth, taking a sip of my beer, and settling back in beside Macy while she continues to eat, I go ahead and lay it on her. "Deanna Switzer called me today. She's the federal prosecutor for your dad's case."
Macy's body tightens almost imperceptibly. She swallows the food in her mouth and turns to face me. "Did you set up a meeting for me to talk to her?"
I nod. "This Friday at four PM."
She lets out a huff of air and scrubs a hand over her face, which is now pinched with stress. Nestling down into the couch cushions a little deeper, she tilts her head to look at me. "And do you know what she wants to ask me about?"
"No, but I'm sure it will be wide open. Want me to see if I can stall and put it off until next week?"
She shakes her head, but her voice is heavy. "No. I need to get this over with so I can move on."
"It'll be fine--" I start to assure her, even reaching over to kiss her, but Macy surprises me by surging up off the couch and laying her carton down on the table beside mine.
As she turns to face me, she holds a hand out and says, "Come on. I've got plans for you. Bondage plans."
I just look at her, stunned immobile. I'm not surprised that she wants to tie me up, because she already told me that, and fuck yeah... I'm down with that shit.
I'm stunned because every bit of worry is gone from her face. In the middle of a stressful conversation about her meeting with the woman who's going to prosecute and probably send her father to prison, she just turned it off.
She turned it off because she turned something else on.
And it was all right there in her eyes that were practically glowing with lust.
Just like that, her troubles are gone... buried... pushed away, and she holds her hand out to me in a request that I keep those demons at bay.
I stand from the couch, ignore her hand, and reach out to grab her face instead. She gasps as I jerk her toward me so I can kiss her.
A fierce kiss that's possessive, hopefully conveying to her that I accept the challenge of doing what I can to chase away the dark.
When I pull my mouth away, she has a satisfied smile on her face. She opens her eyes, which must have drifted closed for a moment, and snags my hand. Macy leads me to my bedroom, which isn't hard to find in my nine-hundred-square-foot apartment. While it's a nice place with hardwood floors, stainless steel appliances, and good views of the city, it's still no bigger than Macy's walk-in closet.
Releasing my hand, Macy turns and steps into me. Her eyes focus in on the knot of my tie, and her hands start working at it.
"Where are the rest of your ties?" she murmurs as she slips the silk through the knothole.
I nod toward my dresser. "Top drawer."
Macy gives a quick glance at my bed, and her lips curve up knowingly. I know exactly what she's thinking. My furniture isn't much to look at. My bed is nothing more than a frame with a box spring and mattress, but said frame has four legs that raise the bed up about five inches from the hardwood floor.
The perfect structures for my bondage.
The thought of her doing that to me, along with the sweet scent of her shampoo that's embracing me at this moment, causes my dick to start swelling.
Macy takes my tie off and tosses it toward the bed, where it lands perfectly on the bottom left corner. I'm guessing that's for one of my ankles.
Dick gets harder.
Her hands work quickly but still in a gentle, sensuous fashion as she unbuttons my dress shirt... first at the wrists, then down my chest before pulling the tails out and slipping the material off me completely. She lets it fall carelessly to the floor.
Next, my belt, which she also drops casually to the floor, apparently not having any interest in using that to tie me up. She undoes my pants, pushing them down while lowering her body at the same time. She pauses briefly when she reaches my erection, doing nothing more than leaning in to nuzzle her nose against it through the cotton material of my briefs. The deep purr of appreciation in her throat of its hardness has it swelling even further to try to impress her more.
Finally, she's squatting near my feet, tapping the back of my leg in turn to get me to raise each one so she can slip my shoes and socks off, before finally pulling my pants all the way off.
Macy slowly rises up until she's standing in front of me. I expect her to finish the job, but she ignores the soft white t-shirt I have on as well as my white boxer briefs, where I can see the head of my cock poking up eagerly past the elastic waistband.
"Get on the bed," she orders me as she turns toward my dresser. "On your back, spread-eagled."
I immediately comply because I have no desire to fight her for dominance tonight. She has something in mind. A desire, a fantasy... most definitely a need, and I'm going to let her fulfill it.
And let's face it. This is not a hardship for me because I know whatever Macy is going to do to me, it's going to be the fucking best ever.
I get in position on the bed and watch as Macy raids my drawer. Pulling out three more ties, she turns to survey the bed while chewing on her lower lip in concentration. She mentally calculates something in her head, and then turns back to the drawer, pulling out several more ties.
I'm intrigued for sure.
Horny as hell too as my cock greedily thumps within the confines of its cotton prison.
Finally, she turns to me, ties of varying colors draping from her grip. Her eyes rove over my body, spending a few extra moments over my crotch, and then she's climbing onto the bed where she kneels by my ribs.
With solemn eyes, she asks, "Do you trust me?"
"I do."
"Good," she says with a soft smile and leans down to kiss me briefly. When she pulls back, she says, "This is going to feel really good to you."
Macy straightens briefly and throws a leg over me, straddling my chest. She's wearing a pair of dark denim jeans that fit her like a second skin, and I wonder if she's got on panties underneath. My hands come up to open the top button, but she bats them away.
"Don't move," she says, and then she drops all but one tie in her hand, swiftly tying it over my eyes. She even thoughtfully knots it on the side, near my temple, so it's not pressing into the back of my head when I lay it back against the pillows.
"I just want you to feel." I hear her soft voice. "Concentrate on my touch, okay?"
I nod, giving a quick lick of my lower lip with my tongue. My skin is tingling with anticipation, my balls throbbing with need. My mind races with various scenarios of what is getting ready to unfold on this bed.
Macy's weight is gone from my chest, but within moments, she making a secure knot from one of my ties around my left wrist. I hear her breathing start to pick up as she pulls the tie, spreading my arm out to the side. A rustling sound... perhaps she's tying another tie to the end? Then my arm is pulled tight again, more rustling, and then it goes quiet.
I give a tentative tug, but I'm secured tight.
She repeats the process on my right arm, and because I can't see what's going on, I concentrate on the sounds. I hunger for the briefest touch of her skin against mine as she ties her knots.
With both arms secure, I hear her shuffle to the end of the bed, where a silk tie is wrapped and then knotted around my ankle. More rustling of material and now I can recognize the sound of a tie sliding against the metal footrest as she knots it there.
I give it a test and pull my leg inward, surprised at the slack within the binding. It's loose enough that I can pull my leg in all the way to the center, where it stops abruptly.
Interesting.
And she does the same to my other leg, leaving the same laxity in the bondage. I slide both of my legs inward until my inner thighs touch one another, feeling the slight pull against my ankles to indicate that's as far as each leg will go. I have the apparent choice to keep my legs spread or closed, and I have to wonder why I even have a choice at all.
Macy's breathing is soft, but I can still hear it. More rustling sounds, and I'm surprised at how adept I'm already getting at identifying them. That right there is the sound of her own clothes hitting my hardwood floors, and I conjure up the dozens and dozens of images I have in my head of naked Macy.
Her nipples will be pebbled hard with anticipation.
Her smooth pussy will be slick and shiny if I were to peel her apart.
Groaning over the thought, my arms involuntarily pull in frustration of not being able to touch her. I can feel the head of my cock leaking as it lays against my stomach, also bound by the waistband of my briefs.