Leon always took the initiative in kissing you, always persisted, squeezing your waist in his own way, pulling you close to him, playing by his own rules. You loved it — his teasing, his casual touches that left you aching for more.

But for once you wished that Leon was the one begging, the one enduring the games and biting his lip, wanting more. And even when you were on top, Leon managed to take you at his own pace; no doubt giving you a lot of pleasure, and you didn't complain, but you wanted to make your own rules.

That's exactly how this situation came about. Leon is lying on the bed with both of his wrists tied to the headboard of the bed (you had specifically learned how to tie a nautical tight knot, knowing his strength).

You smirk, sitting next to him and stroking his arms. You kiss his neck playfully, and he clenches his jaws.

"Untie it. I want to touch you." He asks, but tries to speak in a commanding tone.