Page 35 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

Do I want my best friend?

Maybe I do, because the thought of stopping this whole thing makes me sad.

Paxton and I have been seeing each other every night for a week. A whole week. We’ve been trying our hand at this BDSM thing, but so far have proven unsuccessful at everything we’ve tried. And we’ve tried a lot.

Why’s it so hard?

Literally. Ha. Just kidding, but seriously. All week long we’ve been trying different BDSM things and failing badly.

Tonight will be different. Or will it?

Tonight, I invite Paxton over for a simple handcuff and feather play. I’m wearing a tight little black dress with black stockings and have paired it with my black hooker heels—a sexy six-inch stiletto.

He takes one look at me as he steps through my front door and blows out a low whistle.

“Holy fuck,” he says under his breath.

It makes me feel sexy, wanted.

“I bought handcuffs,” I say.

He stares at me with what looks like lust in his eyes. “I’ve always wanted to see you in handcuffs.”

I blink. “You have?”

“Yeah, just more in an arrested way, not in the kinky way. But this is so much better.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Well, follow me.”

I’ve got my bedroom set with candles and the lights turned down low, creating a romantic glow. After stepping into the room with Paxton, I start second-guessing whether I took it too far.

His eyes roam over my queen-sized bed which takes center stage, adorned with plush pillows and a fluffy duvet in a floral pattern reminiscent of a summer garden. On the light-blue bedside table his eyes roam over the pink fuzzy handcuffs waiting there to be used. A purple feather tickler I grabbed from an internet sex store rests next to it.

“Nice,” he breathes out. “So, I’ll handcuff you and tickle you with the feather?”

I nod. “Easy, right?”

“Will you feel the feather through your tights and dress?”

My eyes widen. “Should I get naked?” I can’t believe I’m considering doing this.

He clears his throat. “Not all the way. Don’t want to break any rules, but yeah, take it off. Leave the bra and panties. It’s like a bikini, right?”

“Um, right.” My hands shake as I reach under my dress to grab the waistband of my tights.

“Wait,” he says, and I let my dress fall back into place. “I want to play music. Get the full effect. I, uh, feel like that’s what the readers would do with their partner. So we really need to put the effort in.”

“Okay, yes. Smart.”

He moves to the plush armchair in the cozy room’s corner, the soft glow of the lamp casting warm shadows around him. With nimble fingers, he pulls out his phone from his pocket, and taps the screen. A sultry melody fills the air, and it sets the mood.

It’s slow, sensual, and I sway my hips to the rhythm. As the beat kicks in, my nerves slip away and I ease my dress up over my hips in a seductive tease, trying my best not to think about how I’m doing this for Paxton, but gaining the research I need for the best article.

He can’t take his eyes off me, so I slow down to make it sexier, and that’s when I realize—I’m stripping for my best friend.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of my tights and slide them down my long legs, hopefully making it enticing for him. He’s not laughing, so I take this as a win.

When I’m free of the material, I fling them over my head. Paxton smiles, and it takes my breath away. He really is so good-looking.

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