Page 82 of Handcuffed to the Gargoyle

“I guarantee you, that wouldn’t happen to me. If I have a hard-on, I do not have to pee.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“But I’ve heard guys complaining about how difficult it is to aim their morning erections at the toilet.”

“Yeah…” He nodded. “But it’s kind of like, you don’t notice, if you’re hard. You might need to pee, but it can wait. Priorities, right?”

She laughed, turning into her pillow.

“This conversation is becoming really unsexy, isn’t it?”

“We need to stop talking about peeing.”

“Right, unless you’re into that.”

“No,” she said, shaking her entire body. “No, no, no.”

“See?” he said. “You have a line.”

“Boundaries,” she said. “Everyone’s are different. I guess, technically speaking, if people are going to go there with sex, and everyone’s consenting, then… but eew.” She half sat up. “Wait, are you into that?”

“No,” he said.

She surveyed him. “You wouldn’t admit it if you were, would you?”

He laughed.

“You would just shove it down inside yourself and hide it and pretend it had never happened, and be all, ‘I am sexually repressed.’”

“That’s me, all right. Very, very sexually repressed. Touch yourself for me.”

She started at the command. “Wait, are we—”

“New game,” he said, in a low voice. “The game is that you do what I say, and you don’t ask questions.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “Oh, okay.”

“No, you can do better. What should you say…?” He thought about it. “‘Yes, sir.’ You want to say that?”

Her whole body went tight. “Um,” she breathed. “I do, I really do. I didn’t know I did, but—”

“What do you say, Essence?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“And why aren’t you touching yourself?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re trying to test me, I see,” he said. “If you don’t follow my orders—”

“Spanking?” she said.

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “Oh, and it’s, ‘I don’t know, sir.’”

“Right,” she said, giggling a little.

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