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That’s how we got close, running on that track.”
    “I do run.”
    “Literally and figuratively. What are you running from?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Let’s go down to bed.”
    “Sounds good, I’ve had a lot to drink.” She slurred and giggled.
    “I can see that.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “It’s cool. You only have to be present and accounted for. I’ve got this under control.”
    I led Kari down the stairs through the kitchen. I then guided her down the next flight of stairs to the basement.
    “Take off all your clothes.”
    “Can I take a bath first?”
    “No, I like you dirty.”
    Kari started with her shorts, well my boxer shorts. She removed the t-shirt and then the socks. Her body was a bit slimmer. She must have loss weight to fit into her wedding dress. It didn’t matter to me her dangerous curves were embedded in her DNA.
    My cock was doing the humpty dance inside my denim jeans. I walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the handcuffs. I held the handcuffs out for her to see.
    “Kari baby I have to punish you.”
    “Mason.”
    “ You tried to escape. Just for a few minutes. Give me your wrists.”
    Kari looked deep into my eyes. She was working some things out in her head. She slowly placed her hands out in front of her. I cuffed one of her wrists and lead her to the bed.
    “Kari, get on your knees and crawl to the headboard.” She did as I instructed. I took the cuffs and looped them over the top bar on the center of the headboard so her hands were directly in front of her head. I cuffed her other hand. She was stuck there with her hands stretched in front of her face.
    Vengeance would be mind. I sat on the day and stared her in her eyes. “Stay here and think about how you have treated me. I am the man. I am the Coach. I call the plays. If you wanted to run the show you should have been born with a cock. You can’t be the man in this relationship. Do you understand this?”
    “Yes, I understand.”
    “I don’t believe you. You keep defying me.”
    “I won’t. I promise.”
    “I will come back when I think you’re sincere.” I stood. I felt good about my little speech.
    “No Mason. Please don’t leave me.”
    With that I strolled away from the bed. I jogged up the stairs. Kari needed some alone time. She was really trying my patience with her stubbornness. She had too much wine and I know how wine makes her horny. It will only take a few minutes before her pussy throbs in pain. Without me she can’t release the sexual tension. She can’t masturbate because her hands are not at her disposal. When I return I have more than guaranteed she will beg me to fuck her.
    I went into the master bedroom and showered. I didn’t bother to venture back into the basement until a half hour later. First I picked up my secret weapon from the kitchen drawer. I needed this prop to help get my point across.
    I was only wearing my bath towel when I entered. Kari was resting her head on her cuffed hands on top of the headboard. She was sitting on her knees. She looked tired and sleepy…poor baby.
    I removed my towel . I laid my kitchen weapon on the bed out of sight. I walked over to the head of the bed. Kari sluggishly opened her eyes when I placed my knee on the bed. I moved close to her side. I stoked her smooth back with the palm of my hand.
    “Hey baby, are you good? Are you tired?” Kari shook her head yes . She didn’t bother to raise her head from its makeshift resting place. “You want to lie down?”
    “Yeah.” Kari mumbled.
    I looked in her eyes as my hand roamed down the curve of her ass and landed in between her thighs. Kari closed her eyes as I parted her sex lips and plunged my longest finger inside her.
    “Oh Mason I’m tired.”
    “Oh Kari I have my middle finger inside you so you know what that means?”
    “No, what?”
    “Fuck you.” I jammed my finger deeper inside her wet hole.
    “Ohhhh!”
    I pulled my finger from inside her. I slapped her on her ass. I quickly