All In Good Fun

This is fun.
He holds my wrists
Crossed above my head.
I test his grip
See if I can get loose,
Or if he will hold me tighter.
You’re not stronger than me
He says, chuckling as I
Pretend struggle.
Sudden and smooth
He pulls my arms
Out to my sides
Crucifixion style.
Well that’s new.
I hadn’t considered that variation.
It makes me feel
Unexpectedly vulnerable.
I like it.
Now my struggles are
Less pretend and
Make me arch my body
Towards his.
His grip tightens.
This is working.
This is still fun.
My legs are free so
I wrap them around his body.
He briefly lets me have
The illusion of control
Before hooking a leg with his
And stretching me out.
I was never a fan of
My legs being bound
Pin my arms all day but
I like to have the option
To kick or close my legs.
But this is different.
This is really fun.
This is the good kind of scared.
My arms are bent now
Next to my head.
Our fingers intertwine
Tightly
I open my eyes
And meet his.
They are more green than usual.
He smirks.
Switches to a one handed grip,
Both wrists together
Above my head again.
This is so fun.
Shit. Fuck.
I realize that gives him a free hand.
I wonder what he will do with it.
He doesn’t make me wonder long.
He goes for my throat and
Before I have a chance
To steal a breath he
Squeezes hard and
I soon see spots.
I hear my heart thudding.
Edging toward my limit
I buck and he lets me
Pull my hands free,
Lets me tap out.
He stops immediately and
Begins using his hands for
Other things
While I grasp his shoulders
Breathe raggedly
And laugh.
This.
Is.
Fun.