I N S T I N C T I V E

(Twenty.)

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Two Weeks Later

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Dwight walked into Ramonas room with a huff after coming out of her bathroom. He laid onto the bed, on his back, releasing a groan. He was dressed in only a towel after his shower. She came in from downstairs, peeking inside at him. He had his eyes closed, and she stared at him with low eyes.

"Dwight, are you okay?" She asked, surprising him not only with her voice but the feeling of her sitting on top of his lap. He grabbed her waist, then noticing that she was wearing a dark purple and black robe. Her hair was clipped back in a high bun. "I'm better now." He said, smirking. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I'm just really tired. Today was tough. I had meetings back to back. I hated it." He said. "So are you buying more properties?" She asked. "I'm trying to. So many people come to me during the fall season. It gets exhausting. I'm tired even talking about it." He said.

She nodded, then leaning down closer to his face. Her voice sounded low and seductive. "Well if you want to change the subject...I wanted to talk..." She said, then kissing his lips. Her lips gently molded against his, her peach lip balm giving his tongue flavor. He hummed. "About what?" He asked, then feeling her kiss at his ear lobe. He licked his lips, his breath hitching.

"You're being really seductive right now..." He mumbled, then releasing a slight groan once feeling her move her hips on top of him. She sat up, staring down at him strongly. "What did you want to talk about?" He asked, his face starting to turn a light pink.

She looked away for a moment. "Do you want to be sexual right now?" He asked. "Well, yes, I do want to be sexual with you right now, but...I want to do something different." She said. "Like what?" He asked, smirking up at her cooly.

She bit her lip, then exhaling. She put her hands directly on his chest, rubbing them across his torso. "I want to...blindfold you...and...handcuff you, Dwight..." She said in a nervous tone. And that's when his face fell to shock. It was silent for a few moments. She furrowed her eyebrows at the way he was looking at her.

"What's wrong? Are you not interested in that? Should I not have suggested it?" She asked. "A-are you messing with me?" He asked. "No..." She said looking away. "B-but I thought you...I thought you said- I know what I said. I know I said it was too much for me and I didn't feel right and yes, there is still a vast majority of it I'm not comfortable with. But...after doing research for the past weeks I've learned a lot. And it wasn't just because of the movies. I researched about it nonstop because I wanted to get a better understanding and I'm realizing that there were a few things I got entirely wrong." She said.

"There are a lot of stereotypes I'm still trying to let go of, but the information that I have learned about so far has gotten rid of some of my bias. And...I think...that maybe...there may even be some elements of it that I want...to maybe test the waters with..." She said. He stared blankly.

"So...I wanted to experiment very lightly tonight...if you'd be comfortable with that..." She said. "I'd love that." He said, almost as if he was excited. "Okay..." She said, looking down into his lap. "God, it's not like me to be this nervous..." She said. "You'll do fine. I'm excited about it. I can hardly believe it." He said, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"It doesn't have to be perfect. Just be yourself. I know it's your first time. There isn't a high expectation." He said.

She smiled softly. "O-okay..." She said. "To start...can you lay in the middle of the bed...?" She asked, then standing up. She walked away to her closet. She opened it and took out a bag. Dwight scooted to the middle of the bed quickly. She reached inside of the bag taking out a red blindfold, and two pairs of handcuffs.