Chapter 48

“You’ve done that a few times, and if I recall, we kinda liked it. I prefer when it’s you that’s tied up though.” I nudge him suggestively.

“Maybe we can revisit some tying to the bed when you’re feeling better.” He winks this time and swoops in for a goodbye kiss on the mouth, despite my throwing up. I grimace and shove his face away with a look that says, ‘you’re disgusting,’ and wipe my lipstick from his mouth.

“Hmmm. I get to do it first. Bagsies.” I poke him in the face making my claim, and he eye-rolls at my juvenile marker card.

“Whatever makes you happy, just take it easy on how tight you sling me up. Last time, I lost all feeling in my wrists and feet; you can be savage sometimes.” He’s up on his feet, smoothing down his suit, and it doesn’t look wrinkled. It seems like it’s crisper than when he laid down.

The un-wrinkable boyfriend.

“Man up, you like it rough, or so you say, and then all you do is moan like a little bitch.” I point out, rollin