Private Practice Adrienette ( sin🍋)

Chapter 11 - Bound

"Shall we get started?" Adrien asked.

"Yes. I'm ready." I kneel on the bed, heart pounding as I watch him dig into the Slap & Tickle bag. He pulls out the handcuffs I chose and breath hitches.

"I stil can't believe you picked the plastic ones" Adrien snorts.

"It's so we can break out in an emergency. It's Practical." I mumble.

"you mean it's safe." He teased.

I know I'm supposed to be pushing my boundaries but "safe" has never sounded like such a dirty word before.

"Regardless, we are going to pretend like we can't break them. Okay?" I reach for the cuffs but Adrien raises an eyebrow and lifts them out of my grasp.

"You've got the scenario turned around Doc. You are the helpless hostage and I'm your merciless captor."  He smirks. For a moment, all I can do is stare at him. Is he serious? Every fantasy I hatched up about Chapter 6 involved the tying him up and taking advantage of him....The opposite scenario never crossed my mind. I grab the wild woman guide from my nightstand.

"No, no. according to the book, you are the one who wears the cuffse and blindfold."

"I don't think so." Intercepting, Adrien opens the book to chapter 6, turns it around so I can see the illustration. "The figure here, with the long hair and breasts, blindfolded and tied to the bed- Thats you. The one straddling her with the penis? That would be me." He affirms.

"The image is just an example. if you read the chapter, you'd know that." I insist. "You have to determine which person in the couple is the dominant and which the submissive in terms of sexual personality."

Instead of conceding to my superior research, Adrien shrugs and starts pulling my panties down my legs.

"Right, so lets get rid of these, and then you reach on up there and grab the rails. I'll cuff you and-"

"I'm not the submissive one in our duo." I was getting worked up.

"Honey." His voice is half-indulgent, half- amused as if I just insisted I could beat him at arm-wrestling.

"Don't "honey" me. I'm serious."

"Not three days ago you accused me of always having to be in control and now I'm the submissive?"

"You're a textbook case. Look..." I grab the book and run my finger across the page until I find the relevant paragraph. "It says right here, "Dont pigeonhole your Alpha stud as dominant in your sexual scenarios." I slap my free hand against his chest to hold him back when he closes in with cuffs. "Though perhaps counterintuitive, a physically powerful man may find more pleasure in the submissive role. This is because he perceives the alternative dynamic- dominating a smaller, weaker woman- inequitable."

"You're saying I'm too much of a gentleman to tie you up?"

"No, you're certainly no gentleman."

"Well, look at that, we agree on something."

In a domineering move that might have melted my panties if I were wearing any, he clasps my wrists in one big hand. Before I can even think about protesting, my arms are stretched above my head. Adrien  secures them in handcuffs which he wraps around the center rail of the headboard. Then he leans back and admires his handiwork.

"A gentleman would never do you like I'm about to."

Lying nearly naked before him, wearing only a lacy bra and handcuffs, I wonder if he's onto something. I test the cuffs and realise they are loose. Contemplating on whether to tell him this, I decide against it and keep it to myself. I bite back the impulse to tell him just how very wrong he is. It'll be that much sweeter when I take him by surprise.