Agent Finds a Warrior

"Oh and what's that?" I asked cautiously.

"Why did you have to scare me half to death by tying me up so that this memory would be prompted? You know I would've told you if you'd asked!"

Actually I hadn't known that.

"Maybe I just like to see you squirm and moan from unavoidable pleasure for hours on end."

She made as if to slap me, but chuckling I stepped backward and opened my eyes.

My eyes met her now opened ones as we lay together in the darkened bedroom. Her eyes reflected the wrathful payback she wished to enact for how I had tormented her all afternoon, but she couldn't slap me because her hands were still tied. A fact that she was very much aware of. Her eyes were stormy as she gazed at me.

"I'm sorry. I should've asked. Do you forgive me?"

She chewed her full lower lip for a moment indecisively before giving in, "I forgive you, but next time I get to tie you up!"

"That seems fair." I admitted, as I leaned up on one elbow and started to untie her hands, but her words stopped me.

"Did I say I wanted you to untie me?"

I glanced down into her playful eyes that bore no trace of the awfulness of her past or of the need for revenge, because of how I had taken advantage of her instead of just asking as I should've.

It was wonderful to be her man. I didn't have to be perfect, because all she cared about was how I loved her.

I kissed my captive bride all thought of releasing her, gone, as she seemed rather content to be as she was, forever mine.