"Changed your tune already?" Dick wasn't about to complain. Carrie didn't offer too much resistance when he ushered her to the bed, looped the sheet around her wrists, and deftly bound her to the headboard. "It's good to know that all I have to do to get you to do what I want is to offer for you to get to do what I want to do."
She was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, and that situation did not promise to last. Dick leaned down and kissed Carrie again, then pressed his lips to her earlobe and whispered, "You know the phrease, 'being at my mercy?'" His wicked smile was audible in his voice. He kissed down her neck and shoulder, then stopped, his lips barely touching her skin, his fingers lighter than a feather's touch on her hips. "I don't think I'm going to have much of it for you to rely on."