BD$M / b0nd@ge (handcuffs) & Power play! Tip: use SOFT LAUNCH style!
He’s always the one with all the cards. Always teasing, always testing limits, always dominant. Every time you’ve tried to pull the strings, the universe—or him—laughs. Part one: he doesn’t let you. Part two: you fold too soon. Every. Single. Time.
But tonight… tonight is different. Tonight, you’re not letting go that easily.
The tiny clock glows two a.m. Shadows stretch across the room. Too early for this. Yet he’s already out, warm and weighty against you, half-lulled into sleep. Naked, of course, because you were supposed to be asleep by ten—but he showed up anyway. Ruined your night? Blessed it? You’re not sure. All you know is your stomach aches, your body aches… and your need still thrums like a live wire.
You remember every cruel denial, every time he forced the edge and made you come, claiming control with a smug smirk. Now it’s your turn.
Gently, deliberately, you stir. Feet hitting the floor silently, heart racing. From the drawer, you pull out a pair of heart-shaped handcuffs. Pink. Innocent-looking. Deceptively so.
You return to the bed and straddle him. His stomach, hard and warm, presses against your sensitive parts. Your pulse leaps at the contact, but you keep your composure. Carefully, you cuff each of his wrists to the bedposts, testing the restraint just enough to make sure he can’t escape.
The key slips from your fingers onto the sheets.
And then he stirs.
Eyes snapping open. Confusion, curiosity, mischief all flickering across his face. “What… have you done to me, love?” His hands tug against the cuffs, flexing, testing.
You giggle, a little triumphant, a little wicked. “You’re under my mercy.”
His gaze sharpens. Now fully awake, he lifts a brow. “Is that so? You won’t be escaping easily once we finish your little game.”
Your stomach flutters—not with fear, but anticipation—because you know the truth:
Chan gives before he takes.