I didn't broach the subject of the magical straps and cuffs for nearly twenty-four hours.
In the meantime, they lurked in my closet, the bright green plastic shopping bag seeming to gaze at me malevolently when I had to open the door to get a dress shirt for work in the morning.
And Colin had me on edge, too, paradoxically because he'd been so goddamn normal.
It was like our fourth experiment had never happened.
He'd never climbed into bed with me, fucked me, knotted me, and lain there with me while I fell asleep with his cock still inside me.
He acted like he always had: smiling, laughing, poking fun at me, hanging out on the couch and snacking, complaining about his pack council, and playing dumb games on his phone.
No following me around—he barely stirred when I left the house for my morning class, just grunting and waving his fingers at me.
