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Ariadne looked at Arthur's body, and took a deep breath. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted to do. She knew that at this present moment, he was in control - dictating to her how he wanted this situation to proceed. She wanted to re-assert herself.
She opened the drawer, and pulled out some handkerchiefs. Swallowing, she began to fold them, and walked over to the bed.
"Arthur," she said, her voice calm, and firm. "I'm going to restrain you. If at any point you don't want this, you need to say."
"I want it," he mumbled. "Tie me."
Blinking, she began to loop the handkerchiefs round his wrists, pulling the up and against the bedpost. As she tied, she noticed that his breathing had quickened - it was slightly faster, as though he was anticipating her. She then folded another handkerchief, and placed it round his head, covering his eyes. She quickly tied it at the back.
"Ariadne-"
"Stop it." She spoke as though it were a command. "I don't want you to speak. I'm going to give you what you want."
She listened. His breathing sounded hoarse, ragged. He was clearly building himself up ready, and suddenly she bit her lip. Had she pushed him too far? Raising her hand, she brought it down, hard, on his bare skin.
"Ah!" he gasped. She noticed that he was pulling slightly at the restraints, and swallowed. But, he wanted this, she reminded herself. He'd requested it. Tried to take control again...and she couldn't let him do that. She needed him to realise that she had wanted to control this fantasy. She had originally dreamed about him, as though he were a stranger. Raising her hand, she brought it down on his skin again.
"Oh!"
She felt like smiling. This was not a gasp of pain - it was one of pleasure. He was enjoying this, he wanted it. She raised her hand, and brought it down.
"Oh!"
She couldn't believe it. The Point Man - the self-assured, slightly cold Point Man - was yelping as though he were a puppy. Perhaps, she thought, he was. That the coldness had been a facade. That maybe he wanted to be controlled, have someone take over.
She raised her hand again, and brought it down. "Oh!" he almost screamed. Biting her lip, she knew that now she had to untie him. He was quickly reaching a state of frenzy. She hurried to the bedposts, and untied his wrists.
"Ariadne? What are you-?"
Without a pause, she was on top of him, straddling him. With a careful turn, he rotated underneath, his still blindfolded face meeting hers. She ran her fingers down his cheekbones, then to his neck. Kissing him, she began to move down his chest, until finally, she reached his groin.
As she pleasured him, Arthur groaned softly. He reached out with his hands, trying to touch her hair, entangle him with her. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, as she realised how much he was deriving from this. She finished, leaned up, and kissed his forehead. Then, she gently removed the blindfold.
He blinked. His facial expression was slightly stunned. She looked at him, nervously. "Are you all right?"
"I'm..." he smiled, his voice quiet. "I'm just-" He looked at her. "I think you have a lot of fantasies to be fulfilled."
She blushed. "Maybe."
He pulled her down towards him, his scent exciting her. "How about you tell me another, and let's make it true?"
Excited, and enthralled, she leaned down, and began to whisper.
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