He was almost certain he could hear her teeth clenching. His whole body went tense. Maybe he had gone too far, he worried.  Yet, maybe the worry was for nothing. She could have harmed him, he knew. But instead, she kissed him, rough and primal, the way it should be.<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am," He responded right away; perhaps because he had nothing else to say, perhaps because it was just that tone she used, or some mixture of the two. He went straight to the bed, and laid down on it, back on the mattress. He watched her as she stripped down, and the sight of her beautiful, bountiful breasts has his hard-on aching, and brings his mind back to the fact that his balls are starting to turn bluish.<br/><br/>His eyes travel, eventually, away from her breasts to the dangling bits of metal she was carrying. Handcuffs. He shuddered in pleasant anticipation; he had always wanted Erica to try that with him, but for one reason or another, it just never. Part of him felt bad this was with another woman; part of him was glad at the opportunity to try something that he had fantasized about for so long.