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May is perched high above the food court, leaning far over the rail. She peers down at people. They look so wonderfully squishable and cute from up here. May wrings her fingers, tipped with pitch-black pointed nails, around the railing.”He better show,” she thinks to herself. God how she hated that he’d gotten under her skin.The relationship started five months ago and the first two were a whirlwind. May and Peter were on each other like it was going out of style. Didn’t matter where, if they felt it was on, then it was on. Under restaurant tables, movie theatres, and every vaguely horizontal surface of his office. But like any relationship, you’re on your best behavior for the first part, then they get to know you. It started to sputter, then fizzle, then finally went cold.May suggested trying something that she loved but was nervous to share with him, some bondage and kink. Peter got so nervous he didn’t even want to even have a conversation about it. That was the last nail in the coffin. Two months without contact and suddenly a text asking to talk. May hopes this is worth it.She sighs deeply.A bark behind her draws her attention. Tied to a table is a happy terrier, no more than a year old yapping for attention. The owner with his matted mess of a bun is inside chatting up the barista who wears an obvious customer service smile.May exhales sharply, her boot blasts open the door.”Whoa,” exclaims the man.May’s talons shoot up from her 5’4″ frame sinking firmly into his knotted unwashed bun. She yanks down hard, his drink spills across the floor as she wrenches his head below waist level.The man yells, “Stop, what the fuck!”Her reply is her other set of nails sinking into his scalp. A grin creeps up as she forces his body through the door. The dog yaps in excitement. May twists her hips and lowers him onto all fours over the water bowl. She spits on him through her two-toned lips. She presses down more, inching his face closer to the reflective dish.”Fuck you bitch,” he shouts back, managing to get his hands to the side in resistance.May’s almanbahis brown eyes ignite and with purpose, she brings her heeled boot down on his splayed digits eliciting a squeal from him. Nails biting into his head, she slams his face to the bottom of the bowl. Bubbles and water slosh out of the shallow metal dish, while the puppy bounces wanting to play too.The dog yaps again, May blinks and is leaning against the rail. The dog owner having struck out begins untying the leash from the table leg. She breathes deeply in then out.”Come on, pull it together,” she thinks.She looks down again. Peter sits at a table and sets his briefcase down, and looks around hopefully. An almost Cheshire Cat grimace peels its way up to her dimpled cheeks.Peter crosses his legs at the knee and checks his watch, five minutes before the agreed time. He worried the train delay was his undoing but he made it. He began to catch his breath from the run, but his heartbeat won’t fully settle. The slight bounce of his heel betrays him like the wag of a tail.Peter looks around at people going about their lives, buying into and buying what people like him told them to. Peter is a nervous wreck, butterflies turning into bats inside his gut. He thinks, “This will go smooth, you prepped what you’d say.”Peter liked May. They had chemistry no doubt, but she was fun too. She was unapologetic and that was something he didn’t know what to do with. He’d been thinking about their last interaction, their last fight really, and how they hadn’t listened to each other. He hopes this would go better.For a moment the little hairs at the back of his neck that aren’t slicked down by styling gel stand up. He looks toward the stairs and mid descent is May. She’s decked out in pure KillStar. A smile spreads to his lightly stubbled cheeks.”Hello,” the syllables pour off her darkened lower lip like honey. Peter snaps up and gets her chair for her.”You look amazing,” Peter says as he pivots to his seat.”Thank you,” she utters and crosses a leg on the chair under her almanbahis yeni giriş thigh. A heavy beat passes as neither knows what to do.”What did you want to talk about?” May asks.Peter purses his lips bringing his bag up to his lap. He taps it with his finger and looks off somewhere. May looks away not wanting to betray to him the hurt building in her chest.”I don’t think either of us was happy toward the end. I don’t want you to be unfulfilled or deny a part of you. I want you to be satisfied. I’ve done a lot of thinking and reading, and I want to be together again. Get back to us. I’m willing to try these things,” Peter says, bringing out and sliding over two stapled pages to her.May takes the pages and scans their contents. Peter keeps his hands on the table and waits, making an effort to keep still. May folds the paper in half, making a sharp crease that ends with a click of her nails. She looks at Peter through lidded bedroom eyes and stuffs the paper in her backpack.”Come,” she says as she rises from her chair. She walks away as Peter speeds to fall in step behind her. May passes the concierge desk, busy with a highly confused tourist, toward the large unisex bathroom which she enters.Peter stops and waits outside. It takes less than ten seconds to get the text, “Get in here.”Peter looks left, then right, before pulling open the handle enough for him to slide sideways into it.May stands in the center of the room, arms crossed.”Lock it,” she commands.He turns to slide the deadbolt into place and as he goes to face her again, she is inches from him the top of her head just cresting his collarbones. Peter jumps slightly, and May slides her fingers deftly into his jacket to undo his silk tie.”This doesn’t seem appropriate for you,” she remarks and with a long pull makes it slide around the back of his neck.Flipping it to rest over her shoulder, she begins undoing the delicate bow of her ribbon choker. Holding it up to his neck now, its cameo facing her, she waits for him to accept the invitation.”When ready to almanbahis giriş engage in play, a specific article of clothing should be worn,” Peter says, quoting page one, as he leans forward touching his Adam’s apple to the black silk.May smiles and with a tap, on his shoulder, she lowers him to his knees. His bag slides off his shoulder to the floor.Leaning over to fasten the collar around his neck, her cheek brushes the top of his ear.”We’re going to start to play now, using the same signals you outlined, no speaking unless you red and we come to a full stop,” her words pour into his ear, “Agreed?”A beat passes before he gives a simple nod, May finishes her crude knot. Cinching it taut nipping into his neck just enough that its presence is known but not restricting his breathing. She lifts him by his shirt and walks him over to the toilet, pushing him to sit.His breath quickens, and May puts a boot between his legs on the heavy lid.She commands, “Hands.”Peter presents them to her palms up, and with his dark green tie, she begins to bind them together. Watching her he interlaces his fingers to stop from fidgeting. May finishes one end, pulling his wrists down behind his head. May plops down on his lap and rocks forward, bringing his wrists behind his head. May ties the skinny end to the rail above the tank.Peter breathes in her hair, a faint hint of citrus mixed with lavender. While tying him up, May begins to get distracted by his smell. Sweat has mingled with the last of his cologne into a ripe and very present musk. Pressed against him she can feel his heart beating heavily, the thumps vibrating and stimulating her breasts. She finishes the knot and draws herself up to take in her work.His jacket open, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and his arms bent overhead, he is the prettiest picture.”Comfortable?” she nearly purrs.Peter replies with a nod and a shift of his waist. May looks down and his penis is pressing up against his slacks, cutting an outline in the charcoal fabric. The tip reaches her thigh just above the elastic band of her fence net stockings. She puts her hands on his knees and slides herself forward to press the soft flesh of her bare thigh on his manhood.Peter sucks in air and reflexively pulls against the tie, wanting to grab her.

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