No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

Tied up

//this has been requested (y'all are freaks ) contains explicit material ,don't like don't read , comment what you think //

Anthony pov

I watched from the foot of the bed as Jasmine yawned sleepily and opened her eyes. It was around two a.m. She tried to stretch her arms, but, or course, she couldn't. She suddenly opened her arms wide, and looked around the room frantically, then her gaze landed on me, and she smiled as the memories of last night came back to her. And then she frowned in confusion. "Anthony ... why can't I move my arms?" She asked me, tugging at her limbs experimentally. "Oh, it's not just your arms, Jas, it's your legs too." She raised an eyebrow, then tried to shift her legs around too - it didn't work, or course. She looked up to where her hands were bound to two of the upper bedposts, and then she looked down to where her legs were in the exact same situation. She looked kind of scared now. I smiled darkly. Good.

"Anthony ..." She began warily. "Why am I... tied to the bed?"She asked me, now struggling to free herself. Her restraints didn't budge in the slightest. "Anthony ! Answer my question!" She yelled, staring at me. "You're a surprisingly deep sleeper," I muttered, scanning her naked body from head to toe. She blushed. "Well I was a little tired. I'm sure you can understand that. And you still havan't answered my question. What the hell is going on?"

I looked her dead in the eye, "I'm a bit of a sore loser, Jasmine ." She frowned, "So?" I shook my head at her, "Jas, who won the bet last night?"

"I did," She sing-songed, grinning at me.

I nodded at her, "So, since I'm a sore loser, I really don't like it when I lose..." I stepped closer to the bed, and rubbed my thumb over her nipple. It hardened to my touch, and she arched her back slightly, since her restraints barely allowed any movement at all. "So this is about me winning?" She asked, smirking. "Pretty much," I muttered, rubbing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Wait... Anthony , what exactly are you going to do to me?" She asked, her eyes widening. "That would be telling... but let's just say you'll regret winning," I smiled at her, and she gasped, trying to close her legs, but of course, she couldn't. "What did you use to tie me up?" She asked, struggling with the restraints. "Scarves," I replied, leaning down to capture her nipple that I's been rubbing in my mouth. She gasped, arching her back to my touch, and I pulled away. She sighed, "Why did you stop?" She whined. "Because, this is my revenge..."

"Revenge? Because I won?" I shook my head. "Do you know how upset I was yesterday when I thought Daveed was... you know." She grimaced. "It was just supposed to be a prank,"

"Well it wasn't funny,"

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are."

"So you'll let me go?" She asked hopefully. I laughed at her, "Keep dreaming, honey." She sighed. "Just tell me what you're going to do to me. I deserve to know that, at least." I shook me head. "No." I replied simply, and she closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. "Anthony ..." She began, her breaths shallow. "Are you wearing some type of cologne?"

"Yeah," I said, leaning down to capture her lips with mine. She kissed me back fervently, and I could feel her tugging at the restraints that bound her hands. I laughed at her, pulling my lips away from hers before the kiss could progress any further. She whimpered softly. "You smell like apples," She sighed, breathing heavily. "I'm aware." She ground her teeth together, staring at me. "Did anyone ever tell you that I really like apples?" She asked me, looking frustrated. "I've heard..." I whispered, kissing her softly enough to drive her insane. It worked, and when I pulled away, she groaned loudly. "Anthony ! Just stop with the teasing already!"

"Nope," I said, fondling one of her breasts, and flicking my tongue across her nipple repeatedly. She moaned, and a litany of 'Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop' escaped her lips. So I stopped, pulling away from her, and standing up again. It was strangely amusing to watch her squirm on the bed from the loss of contact. "I'm sorry, Ant , I'll never prank you again, if we have another bet like this one, I'll let you win, whatever you want, just please..." Her words came out in a rush, and I smiled at her. This was going just as I planned. I wasn't that mad that she'd won the bet - she'd won fair and square, after all. But what kept me up at night was the prank she'd played on me. I'd been furious for most of the day, and then to find out that she was joking all along... it got me mad. When I'd thought my plan, I'd jumped out of bed almost immediately, and thought about tying her up. She'd been so tired she'd barely noticed what was going on. Until she woke up and tried to move her arms. I, on the other hand, was fully dressed.