Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Cry

I love it. I am in my grandparent's kitchen and I am in a tee shirt. I am sitting in a tee shirt after the very dirty things that I did with Derek. Do you see the point? I am sitting here in a tee shirt sipping water after fucking my fuck buddy in my grandma's home. This is a big deal. I actually think their are rules against this. Thou shalt not fuck in thine grandparents home using ropes and whips. Yep, I think I read that somewhere. I hope they didn't. I am a very bad girl. Oh so bad.

"Mer..." I think I hear him say. If I do, it is faint. I think he may have screamed his voice right out. I am sure it is gone for awhile. I think he may be traumatized. I really think he is.

I guess I could go back down there and get him, but quite honestly, I'm a bit afraid. I maybe should run when I untie him. I think there is a small chance that he will come after me. I think I maybe be in for it. I think I may cut an run. No, better yet, I will untie one and let him get the rest while I run like hell. That is what I must do.

I walk coyly down the stairs. When I get there, he is either going to be damaged or he will be pissed. Or maybe both. I just know that Derek is a very big man and he can easily overpower me. I have so screwed myself. I mean, I'm really not sure what he is going to do to me. Even if I run, he will get me eventually. They always do. They always do, and right now, I am looking into his eyes. Yep, he will try.

"That was fucking wrong." Derek growls as he lays there. He is looking rough. Everyone looks rough post-coital, but this is different. He is looking really rough. Those dark curls are a mess. His cock is tired and limp. And he body has the sheen of sweat over his chest. I'm not sure if it is from pleasure or the stress from fighting the ropes.

"Oh, Derek... You know you like it." I tease as I stand there. They say that guys find women in tee shirts incredibly sexy. I'm not sure if I believe that, but I know that I am not banking on it to save me. "You had fun..." Now I am just hoping he says yes and not, you crazy bitch, you tried to kill me.

"Just untie me." He spits angrily as he looks up at me. I sigh. I do need to untie me. I think there are laws against this. This is some kind of imprisonment, I am sure of it.

"Okay." I say with a nod. I screwed him up. I seriously did. He has red marks. He has welts. Little red welts from the popper of the crop. You can tell that I beat the shit out of him. Fucking domestic violence charges too. Domestic violence and imprisonment. Damn, I think I could go away for a long time. You know what I think... I think that men and woman prisons may be a good idea. I mean, everyone is happier when they are sexed up. I guess I will suggest that when I go. Or maybe I will just accept conjugal visits. Do you think Derek would visit? Not anymore. I highly doubt it now.

"Thank you." He says as if he is fed up with me. I guess I feel a little bad about it. I mean, he is fed up. Like he hates me. He is infuriated. Damn, I think I went too far. I can't even look at him. It honestly was in good fun.

"Okay..." I say as I walk to the corner of the bed. We have this perfect bed with a head and footboard. it is perfect for tying men up and having your way with them. You know, if Derek doesn't like it, maybe there is a guy that does. I stand at the corner and look at it. As I trace the line of the rope, I see his wrist. He was fighting hard. Hard enough that his wrist are torn to shit. My eyes travel down his hard body and to his feet. The same thing. There is no hiding this. I really screwed up. "There you go." I tell him as I release the rope and look at him like fearful animal.

"What do you mean?" He asks as he moves his arm and goes to work on the other one.

"I'm running. I am fucking running." I tell him frankly. I run. You bet your ass I run. I am not fucking getting caught up in Derek's hailstorm. I'm afraid of Derek at the moment. Right now, I can only imagine him beating my ass. Hell, if I were him, I would choke me. I quickly run, feeling the plush carpet under my feet. It feels great, and I can't even believe I am noticing it. I can't believe it, because all I should be thinking about is the mammoth that is on my ass. Or will be soon.