whips and chains excite me

[wingsofgoodbye]

On the whole, Sheryl really does like dating Slaine. Oh sure, the media can be a big pain in the ass sometimes, with one of the world's most popular singers dating an up-and-coming young actor. (She's already sick of the word "Sherlaine.") But he's sweet. He treats her well. And frankly, the sex is great. She loves that part.

She's always been more adventurous and freewheeling, though. So it had taken a little coaxing to get him to agree to this, but Sheryl's confident they'll both have fun getting out of their usual boxes.

She's prepared well. Her staff has been dismissed for the night, which means it's just the two of them in her large home in the hills up above Los Angeles. With high hedges and walls, there's no paparazzi in sight. She's cleaned out a room in the basement, too, leaving it bare save for a comfortable mattress tucked into the corner and a stool in the middle. (With a comfortable cushion on it. She's not some sort of savage.)

She's currently sitting on that stool in a sheer lacy white robe, tied right below and between her breasts, that really doesn't do much to cover them. The only other things she's wearing are an equally lacy pair of white stockings held up by a garter belt, and a very skimpy white thong. It's a far cry from the full dress uniform she'd procured for her boyfriend. (God, he looks good in uniform, she thinks.)

Unfortunately, he's also trying to tie her up, and he could be doing a little better at that. "Slaine," she says, rolling her eyes. "It needs to be tighter! I can still move my arms, you know."

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Unlike his girlfriend, Slaine is not exactly as daring or adventurous as Sheryl, as these kinds of sexual trysts have never ceased to turn his cheeks into a bright shade of pink. No matter how long he's been dating her, some things never change: like his ability to turn stiff at her soft caresses that simultaneously cause his skin to tremble. Sheryl has that power over him.

Even with his double duty as an actor and pilot, he always make sure to save some time for his girlfriend. And he'll spoil the hell out of her. He even bought her the cushion for her stool, too.

Except... this isn't exactly the kind of "spoiling" Slaine has in mind, not when he's dressed in a snug military uniform that Sheryl gave to him and certainly not when he's tying up her arms. His face is already matching her hair upon the sight of her in the skimpiest lingerie that puts even most of her risqué concert outfits to shame.

"Forgive me," Slaine replies with a chuckle, trying his best to keep his eyes focused on anything but the dainty ribbon in between her cleavage. After tying up an extra knot, his fingers drift to actually fix Sheryl's top, smoothing the fabric gently with a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "I suppose you could say I've been distracted. This should do for now. Does it work?"