"Trust me, I know what I'm doing!"
"Oh, God, don't say that," she groused, chafing irritably, trying to find a comfortable position. The chain clinked, and she stifled a cry of annoyance. "Sledge Hammer used to say that. Remember? That 80s TV show?"
He looked puzzled, then his face lit up. "Oh yeah!" He went back to wrapping the rope around her wrists. "He had this weird relationship going with his Magnum, and he shot first and asked questions never?" He grinned, pulling the rope tighter, fumbling for a way to tie it off. "And that was his catch phrase, yeah! Trust me, I know what I'm doing!" He shook his head. "Man, I haven't thought about that show in years." Now he was fiddling with the nipple clamps, looking a bit lost.
She sighed. "Maybe it worked for Sledge, but when he said it, you actually believed him." She reconsidered. "Well, some of the time, anyway." She shifted again, her back throbbing. "Ow," she muttered.
"What, are you saying you don't believe me?"
She gave him a very direct look. "C'mon, babe. You damn near pulled my shoulders out of their sockets first. Then you sat on my hair and almost ripped some of it out when you moved me to a new position. Then you 'slipped' and chose the wrong hole when you inserted the vibrator. Now you're cutting off my circulation because you tied the damn rope too tight." She motioned with the tip of her nose, it being the only part of her that could actually point at the moment. "And those there are supposed to go on my nipples, not my toes."
He looked so much like a puppy that had been kicked that she thought briefly about taking it all back. Then her back muscles screamed at her again to come to her senses, and she rallied. "Just let me loose and I'll give you a blowjob that'll make you come buckets. Hm? Whaddya say?"
Indecision warred with relief in his eyes. "Well, I don't know," he temporized. "You've been such a naughty girl, after all." His cock was already beginning to twitch, though.
God save and protect us, she thought, keeping from rolling her eyes with a mighty effort. "Come on, sugar," she cooed, using the little-girl voice she knew he loved. "Let baby give you what she wants."
"Well.....okay," he said hastily, cutting through the ropes with unseemly haste, removing the misapplied clamps, pulling the vibrator free and removing the choke chain around her neck. He lay down on the bed eagerly, already pulsing and hard. She stretched lazily, relishing the feel of restored circulation, then slid slowly up the bed towards him like a stalking cat. He's a geek, she thought, but he's my geek.
She took him deep with one swallow and he moaned loudly enough to crack a window. "God, I didn't know you could do that!" he gasped raggedly.
She slid him out of her mouth, drooling saliva everywhere, knowing he loved that. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing," she purred.
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