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LAYING WITH PETER ON TOP OF ME, we kiss eachother like it's the only thing we know how to do. My hair is sprawled on the bedsheets with my legs slightly open, so Peter can be positioned in-between them. His kisses taste like vodka and weed but I don't really mind it. The fact that he was kissing me is all that matters.
"Think of a safe word." He mumbles, still kissing me.
"Red?" I say and he nods.
"Remember it."
"Why?" I ask for the hell of it.
"'Cause if you don't say it, I'm not going to stop fucking you." He tells me in a hushed tone and I nod silently.
Peter pulls away slightly to take my sweatpants off, along with my underwear. He then takes off my tank top and bra as well, leaving me completely naked underneath him. Now, I'm a lot more confident with my body, so I didn't care if my boobs weren't double D's, or if I had stretch marks on my thighs. Peter didn't seem to care, so why should I?
At the sight of my body, Peter smiles to himself and licks his lips. He then leans over to his dresser and grabs something from his drawer. My eyes widen when I see a remote controlled love egg in his hands and my heart starts beating because I know exactly where this is going.
Peter lines his hands up with my entrance and places the egg inside of me easily. It's a weird sensation, since it's a little cold. However, Peter presses a button on the remote that makes the egg vibrate a ton. Immediately, I start moaning. I know, I'm easy but the feeling was too good not to let something out. My back starts arching off of the duvet and Peter watches in lust as my nipples start hardening from the stimulation.
He then grins before turning the egg off, much to my annoyance. Peter then gets up off of the bed and stands near the wall.
"C'mere." He beckons me over, holding the rope in his hands. I comply, getting off the bed as well and standing in front of him. "You remember your safe word?"
"Yeah. Red." I answer.
"Good. Put your hands behind your back."
"What?" I question.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it."
At his tone, I start to feel myself getting butterflies. I always liked it when Peter was assertive with me in the bedroom but it seems like he's taking a step further with it.
"Sure." I swallow and put my hands behind my back like he asked. He then turns me around so that I'm facing the door and I feel him attaching the rope to my wrists, restricting my movement.
