Things unfolded the way I hoped they would. Actually, even better than I thought they would. Had I been the kind of guy who had a list written out of the best sexual partners I have had in my life, Sonya would have been number one with a bullet.
I laid back on Sonya’s bed at peace. I was excited to sleep in with her and wake up to cool off in the pool the next morning. I thought there was a good chance I might actually end up spending the whole weekend with Sonya at her place. I could get used to the burbs.
Sonya interrupted my daydreaming when she returned from a post-coital trip to the bathroom. I sat up when I felt wet tears wipe off her cheeks and onto my shoulder as she snuggled up next to me.
“I need your help with something. I hope it doesn’t freak you out,” Sonya said into my naked chest.
Sonya led me over to the closet in the corner of her room. She opened the doors and revealed a wooden rack adorned with metal shackles and chains. It looked like a torture rack you would see in Game of Thrones.
“I need you to chain me up,” Sonya said.
“It’s not funny.”
Sonya walked in front of me, still naked and put her back up against the rack.
Okay. So the girl was into some serious S&M. It was probably going to keep me from bringing her home to mom and dad, but I could roll with it for a while.
I helped Sonya put her wrists and ankles in the shackles and latched them shut.
I reached down and took my boxers off and took a step towards Sonya, poised for a kiss. She turned her head away.