Title: Tied Up
Author's Note: Out of challenge

I smooth my fingers over the fabric of my tie and think of later, when it'll be tied around his wrists. Not tightly, because - and he would never want anyone to know this - he's not really into being tied up. I think he only does it for my benefit, actually. He knows it makes me hot to see him writhing on the bed, begging to be touched because he can't touch himself. He'll never admit to begging, but he does. Voice turns raspy, stomach muscles quiver when my breath hits his ear, asking him what he wants me to do.