Trapped, Part 10

In the morning, Switch kept me tied up a bit longer. “I’m savoring this,” he said when I protested, “I’m enjoying you being my hostage while it lasts.”

I was surprisingly not sore at all from having my arms tied in front of me all night and the blindfold had stayed in place. The morning was spent teasing me a bit more, mostly just through false threats and some more groping.

Eventually, he let me go by rolling me onto my back and untying my wrists. I removed the blindfold and leaned up, kissing him deeply.

“You clever jerk,” I shook my head, “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” I was still adjusting back to the light as he cuddled up beside me.

Switch chuckled and shrugged, “I just got really into it. There’s something about just taking you like that that makes me want to do it again.”

I smirked, “promise?”