Tie Me Up - S01 E05

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Tie Me Up - S01 E05

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

Siren's Temptation

My underwear and bra are scattered on the floor. The two "clients" have already been driven away, leaving only me and Sebastian here.

It feels funny a bit when I saw how my "Masters" were threatened by Sebastian and ran away like dogs.

"You seem to have a lot of ways to give a surprise," Sebastian says to me, sitting in the pile of SM tools in the bed. He looks at me as if looking at a Siren.

"It's not a big deal. You're the same, suddenly presenting outside my door." I shrug my shoulders with an indifferent expression.

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. After all, I thought my words are clear."

"Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to get involved with you, or your family. Just in case you forgot the fact, you are the one who came to me. I'm willing to consider it a coincidence, but I don't rule out the possibility that there might be an element of elaborate design with your mind."

"You overestimated yourself. My mind wouldn't be used on that."

"Who knows?"

I loosen the tightly tied ponytail so I can ease my strained head skin. The light shines on my long silky hair. I think I probably look much better now than I did earlier when I was doing the doggy style.

I walk over to the mini bar and pour myself a glass of whiskey, "Maybe you should explain your appearance first."

"It was Eric," with a dull expression, he says, "the guy you just met, his fiancée ran away from home. Cell phone location shows the woman here, and he asked me for help."

"You're a very sweet friend." I smile flirtatiously and take a gulp of whiskey. The effects of the alcohol ease my nerves and, it seems, make me bolder.

"It depends." He responds.

His face is in the shade of the light, half obscured by shadows, which makes him look like an elegant leopard disguised in bushes.

The more dangerous prey, the more thrilling it is. I bite my lower lip.

This scene reminds me of my first time with Sebastian. He was sitting quietly in front of me in the middle of an engagement ball in a magnificent ballroom, just like now.

There were bright lights, but half of his face was hidden by an elaborate make-up mask. After several round-dances, he and I drifted further and further apart. For the several times my glance caught his, I felt the eager attention he set upon me. I can still recall to that day how fast my heart was beating.

"Depends on what?" I walk up to him with two glasses of whiskey, pretending unconsciously to hand him the one I'd sipped. My heart beating as fast as it had at the ball.

He seems to notice the faint lipstick on the glass, but he is willing to continue to play along with me. Instead of asking for another glass in my hand, he holds the glass in his right hand, stirring the ice gently with his index finger inside the glass, looking as if he's thinking about something.

Damn it. I want to fuck you, hard.

"Depends on whether I care about the person or not. Like, right now ...... I do care about you."

"I thought you don't want to talk to me anymore."

"But when I saw these tools, I think it may have something on you I need to know."

"It's your turn now." He gestures to the pile of tools around him, the whip, the handcuff, the candle......

"It seems hard to explain why you'd be in the hotel room at this time of day, naked, with two men who look like father and son, and with all these kinds of stuff, right?" He picks up the leather whip and looks interested in studying it.