‘Two can play this game...’ ~One week later~ I called you earlier, but you weren’t home yet. Left a message I would be late. Some damn idiot screwed up major, who else would I have fix it? It’s been a long time since I had to work this late, maybe I could close my eyes for a moment... The phone rings, and I awake, but something is wrong. I can’t see, my arms are tied behind me. As I stand and attempt to speak, calling out, I feel the crushing force of your mouth on mine. As our lips met, I press mine tightly closed, not sure who you are. You reach up into my hair pulling my head back, as I gasp, you attack my mouth again, darting your tongue deep into me. I try to pull away, you take my lip between your teeth and bit down hard both of us tasting the slight coopery liquid now pooling on my lips. “Kats?” There’s no answer from you. My thoughts go into overdrive, it has to be you, no one else could get in here without me knowing but my heart starts racing with doubt. I breathe deeply trying to regain control of myself. Some how you’d gotten my shirt off while I was sleeping, before tying me up. I can feel you running your hands over my bare chest, drawing little circles around my nipples before taking one between your teeth. You nip at it, and trace a pattern with your tongue over and around. The mixture of your hot breath and the cool air from the room draw a moan from my lips. I feel your hands working their way down toward my pants, trying to get them off and getting frustrated in the process. I hear the papers on my desk falling to the floor, and I nearly scream as I picture the mess in my head. I get the feeling this going way too fast, something still doesn’t feel right. I know, absolutely in my mind it’s you, but this isn’t your style. One of the things I love about you, you’re the soft and sweet one...after all happiness is a warm puppy. However, as you slam me face down on the desk; I’m not so sure after all. You grab me by the hair again, holding on as you bite down upon my neck. Everything goes through my head, how to get you to respond to me. I mean after all if it is you...if not, I’m in trouble. It’s been awhile but I call out using our yellow words, and you hesitate. ‘Gotcha ya!’ I sense you’re waiting for me to let you know what’s wrong, “Top drawer.” With the one hand on my back holding me down, I hear you rustling through the drawer with your other. When you find the bottle I bought that morning, I hear you laugh. I had planned it as a surprise of my own but what the hell. There comes a cold sticky sensation as you force your now slickened fingers in me. I push back against you trying to take in more, delighting in the feeling of your touch. As you work on me, driving me harder into the desk my whole body shivers in want. I whimper under your hands, “Please...” When you stop I want to scream from the loss of touch, but then you enter me filling me with your whole being. Without a pause you pick up your pace from before ramming into me deeply, causing me to cry out every time you thrust hitting that one spot. Even without the blindfold now I couldn’t see, my vision lost in a blinding passion. Our bodies are covered in sweat, pounding into each other and you reach around to work on my struggling erection, unable to be relieved by me. At the first touch of your hand, I gasp from the contact, trying to work further into that tight grip. The world comes crashing down around me, as I release tensing around you, I feel you attempting to hold on but it’s no use. As we fall apart, you drag me down to the floor and peel off the blindfold kissing my lips again. I wait patiently for you to remember my hands, untying them so my arms are free; I grab you, holding you close. “Paybacks are hell aren’t they love...”