Long awaited apology

After what feels like hours later, but in fact, was only 30 minutes, the door opens. Looking up, he walks in, totally confused by me waiting for him.

“Erm, what is this?” His question shows how shocked he is by what I have done.

“Well, I found the bag that said ‘Kitten’ on in your playroom, so I brought it back here and put it on.”

Smiling at him, I want to laugh but I won’t.

Slowly, he walks towards me, climbing onto the bed next to me. His lips caress with mine, showing his love for me. His hand grasps mine, pulling them above my head and I feel the restraints wrapping around my wrists.

“Ah, no, that can come after.”

Pulling my hands away, I push him over, climbing on top of him.  My energy spikes as I push him down, my hands ripping open his shirt, slowly kissing down his body, my hands unfastening his trousers, pulling them down. Lowering my head, I look up into his eyes.

“Actually…”

Moving back up, I grasp his