Emma had slept in the spare room the previous night and was gone when he awoke in the morning. All day he had been texting her, and calling her folks. She would get over it... eventually. Never once did it cross his mind to change his ways. He would make up with Emma. He knew he would have to woo her and egg her into submission, but would ultimately get her onside and the sex would feel different, like it does with all those different women. It was a challenge he would relish. And he would, as always, succeed.
Tom pushed the glass paneled front door closed, then immediately bumped into the side table. The noise of a vase tumbling acted like a switch as a light went on at the top of the stairs. So she had returned home.
'Hello? Emma?'
Footsteps above him, movement from the bedroom to the landing, and eventually Emma stood before him in an enticing, sexy black negligee, her blond hair wet and slicked back to the sides. This was not the norm. This was exciting in a different way and Tom’s heart pumped hard.
'Hi honey'. Her voice was smooth and emotionless. Not in a cold way. She seemed fine. She appeared to have been healed.
'Wow, is this for me?'
'Who else?'
Tom tossed down his jacket and started to climb the stairs.
'But there is a catch'. She still spoke with that calm collected voice and looked amazing as she turned from him, baring her pert bottom.
'Anything. I love you. Anything.'
In the bedroom some candles burned on the window sill and the scent was warm and aromatic. Josticks had been burned, and the light from the flickering candle was sensual and inviting. He grabbed Emma's waist and she pushed him off.
'I said that there is a catch. There will be no touching - yet. There will be some rules that you will abide by'
'Anything'. He pushed her bra strap across her shoulder toppling it over her arm slowly while looking deep into her eyes.
'I said no touching'. Emma pushed his arm aside and pointed to the bed.
The bed had been stripped. Only a deep crimson satin sheet remained, and some cushions that Tom recognised were from the living room. Emma had really excelled herself here and he would obey tonight to get his love back. And what a way to do it. Emma picked up some ribbons.
'Now strip for me'.
Tom pulled his jumper up over his head. Nothing on below it. His torso rippled and looked good in the chilled air. He looked at Emma, eagerly awaiting a response. She just pointed at his lower regions.
'And the rest'. Soon trousers, socks and boxers were lying on the floor and Tom, happy with his body as ever, stood in full glory while Emma bit at her lip and smiled a crooked smile. She was oozing sexuality to Tom. He made to move.
'Hold on soldier'. She pushed onto his chest with one hand, and held a red ribbon in the other.
'I am not ready yet. I need you to think about what you have done. I need you to beg for forgiveness'
She pushed him onto the bed and walked alongside it. Then she grabbed Toms arm, tying the ribbon around it and the middle metal bedpost. She picked up another ribbon.
'I love you Emma and I'm so sorry'. She leant across Tom’s face and the skin above her breast touched it, as she tied the other ribbon to the post. She paused on the return, allowing him to nibble at her bra. A third ribbon appeared, and Emma stroked Tom’s chest, groin and thigh as she moved towards his feet. Tom was in heaven. Having tied the final ribbons in place, she left Tom lying like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian man before he started his star jumps..
'Now, lie still'
She released a set of handcuffs, and they fell down from her hand. She walked around the bed securing Tom’s hands with the cuffs, and checking the ties on his feet.
'Are you really sorry?' She lay emotionlessly across him. He squirmed a little but felt himself getting aroused.
Emma made her way off the bed to the en-suite.
'Where are you going?'
'To change into something more comfortable. You have some thinking to do.'
She was right and she had made her point. He hadn’t been fair to Emma and he would have to work harder to make sure that any straying he ever did from now on was hidden, much more than before. She was right. He would have to do better. No more pawing young students and feeling up old mares just for the kicks. He would have to be less casual and give her some respect. But not if it meant not getting his end away.
The bathroom door closed and Emma moved about in there preparing herself. The ties on his feet felt tight. He couldn’t move. Tom grew increasingly aroused and excited.
The light in the bathroom went off, and the door opened. Tom stared across from the bed and saw Emma in her dressing gown. He wanted to rip it off her now. But in his position she had all the aces. She stepped into the dim candlelight, and opened up the gown towards him.
'What the fuck?'
Emma dropped the robe, standing fully dressed in blouse, jacket and a short skirt. She walked off to the closet and pulled out a pair of sleek black shoes.
'What’s going on Emm?' Tom pulled at the bed trying to turn over, but found himself firmly fixed in place with the handcuffs and ribbons.
'I'm getting my end away'
'Emm, I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to find out like that. I promise you'
'I know. You never wanted me to find out at all.' Shoes on, she sat on the side of the bed.
