All Tied Up
Maggie
Now that I have him here in the privacy of Dina’s home, I don’t know if I want to rip his clothes off or just scream at him. The years I have given to him, the love we have shared, I don’t know what’s real. Still, I feel the need to hold on to something, unable to help wanting to feel our connection again, to feel like everything is normal again.
For the first few minutes, we merely stare at one another. Then I see the tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Maggie. There are no words to explain what’s going on, and I understand if you hate me. I love you, Margaret Rose Lawson, and I’ll do anything to make things right between us.”
“Just talk to me.” I close the space between us, needing to be close to him. “You sold your car, and I have to find out from Ryder? If we needed money, I would have asked Dina.” I want this to work between us, but it takes honest communication and trust, something he hasn’t been forthcoming with.
Not knowing how to get through to him, I decide to discuss the one thing we do best together—sex.
I reach up and put my hands around his neck, forcing him to drop his head down to look at me. “Remember the first time you tied me to the bed posts? We talked about my safe word and the importance of open, honest communication. The first time you blindfolded me, we discussed trust, the trust I need to have in you to bring me intense pleasure without me being able to see what would come next. We freely discussed the bond and trust you have to have in me to use my safe word—firecracker—if I couldn’t handle the sensations.”
I kiss him gently, whispering, “We’re amazing in bed together. Imagine our relationship if we are just as open and honest in all areas. You’ve tied me up, blindfolded me, spanked me, poured hot wax on me, gagged me, collared me, whipped me, and dressed me up. We’ve had sex in public, attended the fetish balls, used clamps, balls, and toys, and never once did I safe word out. I have given you complete control in bed always, but also in our relationship. I trust you to know my body that well, and I want to trust you to know my heart and mind, too.”
We have always been good at sex, our bodies in sync. We attended fetish balls and even built friendships with other’s in our lifestyle. How can we be so open with our bodies but not our hearts, minds, and regular lives?
“We need to be as open outside of bed as we are in. I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel you can tell me anything and trust me completely. My love for you is unconditional,” I state matter-of-factly.
I pull him into the living room where I take the lead, removing both our clothes. He then lays me on the floor, using his belt to bind my arms to the coffee table.
Things make more sense for me in this moment. Brayden likes and needs control in the bedroom because so much of his life is out of control. He doesn’t know how to let anyone in to share his burdens with him.
As he kisses and caresses every inch of my body, I lie here, taking in every sensation. This is his silent communication of what I mean to him. He has always cherished my body and brought me immeasurable pleasure.
I become so lost in the moment with Brayden I don’t hear the front door open, not becoming conscious of what’s going on until I hear Dina screaming as she hits Brayden with her shoes.
“Get the hell off her, you punk ass. How the hell did you get her tied up? I’m going to beat the ever-loving shit out of you.”
Brayden quickly jumps up, scrambling for his clothes and trying to escape Dina, who is swinging her shoes. I’m stuck, naked on the floor, belted to the table, laughing hysterically. This isn’t like my best friend. I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I laugh because part of me might just cry as reality slaps me in the face. We can’t even have sex without life getting back in the way.
Does this mean the end for Brayden and I?
I have never seen Dina go at a man this forcefully before. Violence isn’t usually something she goes for. This whole situation is out of character for her. Then again, she has been here, watching as my world falls apart.
Even if she knows I like rough sex, coming home to this must be a little shocking. Regardless, I never expected her reaction to be like this.
I keep laughing while my very short and tiny best friend attempts to beat the shit out of my man. I should probably stop this. After all, it’s not going to change anything. Seeing Dina find her fight, though … Well, it feels good to see my best friend so strong.
If only I could find my own inner strength.
***
Brayden
I never knew Dina was such a strong, little spitfire, or how sharp heels can be until this moment.
I’m trying to find clothes, dress, and evade injury, all while Maggie just keeps laughing.
I arrived at Dina’s with the intention of coming clean to Maggie, not tie her to the table and fuck her. Of course, with all the talk of ties, blindfolds, and our previous sexcapades, I forgot about everything around us. I’m so used to Maggie and I being in our own place that I didn’t think of anyone walking in on us.
When Dina finally lets up, I scramble to get my clothes on before going over to release Maggie. I hand her the clothing I could find, stammering over my shoulder at a now red-faced Dina, “Umm … Hi, Dina, how’s it going?”
Dina laughs sarcastically, staring coldly at me. “How’s it going? How’s it going? Well, pretty shitty when I walk into my house and find that you have my best friend tied up, you’re naked, and you both seem to find this funny. And this all follows directly after you screw up royally and don’t even have the decency to answer a flipping phone! How’s it going, you ask? Pft. Everything is dandy, except I want to beat the shit out of you, and I can’t because my best friend is still in love with your sorry ass.
“Just get the hell out. You need to get your shit straight, Bray, and quick. Maggie, I’m sorry, but I can’t stand the sight of him right now.” With that, she stomps away, her heels swinging in her hands.
I know I messed up, but that’s between Maggie and I.
Part of me is angry, while a part deep inside knows what she says is true. I need to get my shit straight. I also need to get the hell out because even I can’t stand the sight of myself.