When they reached his downtown penthouse apartment, Alex carried Melanie romantically over the threshold as though they were newlyweds.
"Tonight is going to be very special." He whispered and the thrill of his lips so close to her ears sent a shiver through her.
His apartment was lavish with understated extravagance but still very much the domain of a highly eligible single male. She would soon change that though, making it the place where their love and lust for each other would be the most important thing of all. He carried her into the master bedroom and placed her carefully on the bed, as though she were a priceless artifact, easily damaged by rough handling. Rose petals covered the bed and were strewn everywhere around the room. A pair of fluffy love handcuffs lay framed in the middle.
"Were you expecting someone?" She said. "Or do your servants always lay out handcuffs for you just in case?"
"You know who I was expecting." He said. "She's here. It took a while, but I finally got her to where I wanted her all along." He grinned and sat down in the plush armchair opposite the four-poster bed.
"And what are these for?" She said, holding up the handcuffs with a disapproving look.
He smiled.
"It's just a little special something. I missed them on the island. We don't have to use them if you don't want to."
She clicked them open. "Oh, we'll use them alright." She said. Alex grinned from ear to ear.
"Strip." He commanded her. "You've been a naughty girl and finally I'm going to teach you a lesson."
"What you mean," Melanie said, "is that I've finally got you where I want you. I'm doing fine right here. You're the one who nearly got me fired. You're the one who's been a naughty boy. You'd better strip for me right now. Make it snappy, or I might have to punish you later for dragging your heels."
The smile left his face.
"Uh, Melanie, what I meant was that the cuffs were for you. I don't really do the submissive thing."
"Okay." She said sweetly and she put them behind her. "But I meant it when I said strip. Now get 'em off and don't mess around."
"Uh, yes ma'am." He said, his dominant nature a little confused by the unfamiliar turning of the tables. Standing up in his tailored executive suit, he began to undo his tie, slowly.
"Are you teasing me?" She asked.
"Why?" He responded. "Do you want me to?" He began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculpted body, still tanned from their time on the island.