Of course

The light at the edges of your vision is abruptly interrupted, and you feel a presence above you before a pair of warm, wet lips touch your own, pulling back a second later.

"Of course it is." Alessa pulls your blindfold off, allowing you to see her in all her glory, decked out in a low-cut corset top with garter stockings and high-heeled leather boots--the same leather boots she'd once used to pin you to your own floor. She looks down at you with a mixture of sympathy and regret. "Jace, I never want you to feel like I'm forcing you to do anything. It's just...that you mentioned it last night, and I thought--"

"Yeah," you interrupt with a smile, "I know. And trust me, this is like, a huge fantasy of mine."

"But?" she asks with an arched eyebrow.

"Erm..." you fidget for a moment, "I kind of have to...you know..."

Her viridian eyes go wide with her mouth as lets out a startled laugh. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Of course!" She reaches into a pocket in her garter belt and pulls out a set of handcuff keys, releasing your wrists and allowing blood to flow back into them.

"Thanks," you mutter, watching her perfect ass as she bends over to remove the zip-ties as well.

When you're finally upright, you give Alessa a brief kiss on the cheek and beeline for the bathroom, relieving yourself with your mind running a mile a minute. You accidentally catch a whiff of yourself, soiled as your body is from the rigors of last night. You can't help but grin and shudder a little at the memory, mind's eye flashing with the image of Alessa's amazing breasts hanging in your face as she bounced atop you. The sensual sounds of her moans echo in your ears, the look on her face as she hit the peak of ecstasy, and the knowledge that you were the one to send her there...

You let out an abrupt and ragged breath as your eyes drift to the shower, and a naughty idea enters your head.