I purposefully reserved a room with two queen-sized beds. I arrived early.
The first thing I did was attach the straps to the corners of the bed by the window. I placed the cuffs on the other side.
I waited. Pacing.
Suddenly your gentle tapping. I open the door. I am awash with emotion when I see you. It is the deepest relief.
I’ve come to expect your aloof greeting. Very little eye contact. Maybe a half-smile. A comment about the curtains. But I know that is a temporary response.
I carefully take your hand and lead you to one of the beds. I sit opposite you on the other.
“Cuff me, sweet girl,” I say quietly.
You furrow your brow in confusion.
“Please.”
You toss your backpack on the dresser. Then you step towards me and wrap the cuff around my wrist. As you lean over me your hair caresses my cheek. Your scent fills all my empty places. Your cleavage sways softly in front of my face.
You fasten the second cuff around my other wrist and sit down across from me. I strain but cannot reach you.