Suggest that he lock the door

You want to give your full attention to this stud, without wondering who might walk in on you, so you say, "Shouldn't we lock the door, so we aren't interrupted?"

Jonas grins at you as he crosses the room and turns the lock. Then, unexpectedly, instead of returning immediately to you, he reaches into his dresser, fumbles around, and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

"As long as we're not going to be disturbed, maybe we can spice things up even more."

You consider the wisdom of becoming helpless in this room with an ****-filled, hormone-ridden teenager whom you have just met, but the excitement of the thought more than makes up for it, and you agree.

Jonas practically throws you on the bed, straddling you as he cuffs your wrists to the headboard of his bed. You squirm under him, rubbing your waist against the hard bulge of his jeans. You can't wait for him to get started.

Instead, Jonas gets up and retrieves something else from the dresser. It is a blindfold, that he quickly ties around your head, totally obstructing your vision.

"Now, I think we're ready to begin," he says, and you feel his hand on your breast, squeezing and exploring.