My cuffs.
Not-Henry looked hungry and sexy as he held up the set of four cuffs that were supposed to be for some kind of weird anime costume. I wasn’t even sure the show they were pretending to advertise was real, but the censors online didn’t seem to care about accuracy…just the ability to justify things.
“They’re going to make you look even more naked than just wearing the briefs will.” Setting the soft, light blue cuffs down on the bench, Not-Henry carefully wrapped the first one around my wrist. “They’re going to highlight all this skin and those sexy undies.”
Especially if he kept giving me those looks and making me so hard.
“And the undies are going to match the ropes I picked out for you.” Not-Henry’s eyes twinkled when I gasped in surprise. “Yes, I picked out ropes to match those too. They’re my favorite.”
I was going to match.
Just picturing it had my cock trying to jump and get attention, but he had to wait while Not-Henry did my other wrist and crouched down on the floor again. Being so close to my dick had him giving it another kiss over the fabric, but he didn’t forget about restraining me.
There was something about being tied up and just having the cuffs on was enough to have the fuzzies curling around the edge of my brain. I tried to take a deep breath and tune back into reality, but Not-Henry shook his head as he rose. “No, Shelby boy. If they make you feel floaty and good, I want you to sink into it.”
“I…” He really was such a nice guy. “I’m supposed to pay attention to you too.”
Yes.
Everyone needed attention.
“No.” Not-Henry was getting stubborn again. “I want to be able to see you distracted and floaty. It shows that you trust me and that I’m giving you what you need. I like that, don’t I?”
Oh, he had a point.
“I guess so.” Nodding slowly seemed to make him happier, which made it harder to figure out my original point. “But…but I want to make sure you want to do it again. So I don’t want you frustrated. Even a tiny bit. I…I like you.”
Real him and the online him who was so helpful.
“I like you too.” Not-Henry leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, sending warm sparks through me. “But you need to remember that taking care of you and all the different ways that can look makes me happy. It’s not just about me tracking your spare change and caffeine intake.”
He was going to hold a grudge about that coffee forever.
“How can I take care of you then? Beyond stuff like tracking me.” He was definitely going back to tracking my steps again, so I wasn’t going to be able to get away with not wearing the watch any longer. “You…you take good care of me but I don’t know how to take care of you.”
I didn’t have the skills to stalk him.
Not-Henry’s head cocked and he really thought about it before he answered. “How about we make a list later? I don’t know what it will look like yet. I’m…I’m usually more focused on other people, but I’ll try and you can make sure I don’t brush it off.”
He’d try.
But I could be stubborn too.
“I’m not going to forget.” We were going to figure out a list even if I had to drive him crazy to get it. “And I’m going to make sure you get to come later too.”
He had to have a favorite way to do that even if he didn’t realize it.
Not-Henry seemed to realize I wasn’t going to let him distract me with my favorite foods or dessert later because a smile flashed over his face before his serious one settled back into place. “You’re cute when you’re stubborn.”
He was going to be a pain in the butt.
“I won’t let you try to start distracting me already.” He was going to be asneakypain in the butt. “I’ve had a long time to think about you. Don’t forget that.”
He wasn’t the only one who could think and plot.
My plotting just involved different things.
Chuckling softly, Not-Henry nodded. “You are going to be very dangerous when you put your mind to something.”
