I meet the motion of her hips with my own and we move in sensual harmony, our only goal to bring each other to that release that just makes every problem in the world seem so trivial.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What’s that?” I ask.
She continues to rock her hips, and she throws her head back, her long, red hair flipping with the motion.
Her eyes are closed as she utters, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try, but I’ve never had the courage to ask anyone.”
“Sure,” I said. “What is it?”
She leans forward and presses into me hard. She’s reaching for something with both hands, but from where I’m lying, I can’t tell what until I feel the cold metal around both wrists.
I snicker a bit.
“A bit kinky,” I tell her, “but that’s all right.”
“Shut up, bitch!” she yells, and slaps me hard across the face.
I can feel her growing wetter, and I think maybe it’s time she and I have a little talk.
“I’m really not into any rough stuff,” I tell her.
“Oh,” she says, pulling off of me. “I’m so sorry.”
A moment later, my hands are free and she’s sobbing uncontrollably.
I haven’t the slightest idea what I’m supposed to do here.
“It’s all right,” I tell her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“No, it’s not,” she says. “I’ve just always wanted to make someone my bitch.”
Okay, now I really don’t know what to say. I honestly didn’t think people talked like that.
“Really,” I say. “I’m fine with the handcuffs, but maybe we just don’t do the slapping or the name-calling.”
“Oh, what do you know?” she asks.
I’m at a loss.
“I really don’t know what you mean,” I tell her.
“You think it’s so easy for a woman to open up sexually. Well, it’s not. Everything we do either makes us a prude or a freak-slut. It’s such bullshit.”
I actually agree with her, but am having a bit of trouble expressing that with half of my face still numb.
“Why don’t we,” I start, standing up and discreetly looking for my pants, “just get dressed and talk it out. I bet it’ll make you feel better.”
“Oh,” she says, her tone changing completely, “so now you don’t think I’m good enough to have sex with?”
“I really—”
“No, see this is what all you guys do. The handcuffs go on and your balls just shrivel up because you can’t handle letting a woman be in charge for once.”
What’s the word I’m looking for?
“Seriously, if I’d known you were such a pussy, I never would have picked you up—I mean seriously, how do you get out of bed in the morning?”