"Go on, answer. It's a pretty simple question." I speak calmly as I sat on my armchair taking a smoke with a Physics textbook in my hands, my glasses sitting on the bridge of my nose. The handcuffs make a soft metallic clinking as she makes a little struggles to move.She's my rival. I love her. But when it comes to academics, no one can beat me, not even her and I won't let her. What's that quote? 'All is fair in love and war.'

Physics was one subject she struggled in at college. Usually I'd never offer her tutoring help but I've seen the way that damn professor looks at her. I knew the 'favours' he'd ask in exchange to pass her, and knowing her, she'd do absolutely anything to get ahead of me. Now, I can't let that happen can I? So now we're here, in my secret room in my house. My parents earlier built it as my book corner, a bed because I used to fall asleep reading here. But now this room serves a whole new purpose.

Seeing her in nothing but her undergarments, blindfolded and tied by all limbs with handcuffs, on my bed was a sight I wanted to see more often. My eyes drift back from the page of the book to her body as she squirmed, waiting for something, some touch, some sensation.

I sigh getting up and placing the book down on the armchair. I walk towards her, my boots making an authoritative sound against the wooden floorboards. I stop in front of her, taking her all in, flushed, sweaty, restless. I take a feather from the bedstand "I'm holding something in my hand. If you want to feel it, you've gotta answer." I look down at her body again, that subtle lip bite. She looked hot enough with her glasses but my blindfold on her eyes is the most gorgeous I've seen her.