Page 77 of Praising Haru

“No.”

“Yes, gorgeous, to use.” He nuzzles my nose with his. “I want to tie you up and fuck you.” He straightens. “I enjoyed holding you down while we had sex.”

“I noticed.” I loved it too. It was sexy.

“I got to thinking that if we used restraints, I’d have my hands free.”

“True.”

“You said you like being restrained.” Doubt makes his voice wobbly.

“I do.”

“Let’s get some, then. Whatever you want. My treat. I want to spoil my gorgeous boy.”

“I think you’d get something out of it too.”

“Yes.” His voice has gone from wobbly to growly.

My insides quiver.

“Sofa?”

I nod and follow him to it. He balances his laptop on his knees, wraps his left arm around my shoulders, and uses his right hand to show me the kink shop he already had open.

“There are so many different options. I got overwhelmed,” he says.

“That can happen.”

“I figured you’d have preferences. Would you prefer metal, leather, or fake fur cuffs? Or would silk ties be better?”

“I like soft leather cuffs. You can get ones that are lined with silk or fake fur. They’re gentler on the wrists and ankles than metal.”

We spend a while browsing through the options, eventually choosing two pairs of black leather cuffs with red silk lining. It’s fun. The more we look, the more relaxed Kyle becomes until he’s pointing things out and making suggestions. He seems into the concept of tying me up during sex. He is all kinds of perfect.

“Would you like to pick a blindfold too?”

“We don’t have to. The cuffs were expensive enough.” They were far from the cheapest option in the shop.

He kisses my temple. “I’m spoiling you, beautiful. You’re going to look gorgeous, naked and cuffed to my bed.”

I tremble. “When will these arrive?”

He laughs. “I think there’s an option for next-day delivery. But they won’t be able to send them until tomorrow.” He kisses me behind my ear. “I thought we could use them to celebrate once we have our test results. I’m imagining you tied up, naked, with my cum dribbling out of your arse.”

“Oh fuck.” Blood rushes to my cock, which strains against my zipper.

“Let’s pick a blindfold.”

It’s a task that takes at least half an hour. The website he’s found is a treasure trove of kink gear with dozens of options. Even I’m overwhelmed, and it’s far from my first time shopping for this stuff.

“What about a gag? Is that something you’d want to wear for me, gorgeous?”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

“What kind do you like?”

I choose a ball gag, one that will stretch my mouth. I hover the cursor over the Add to Cart button but don’t click it.