Decorative
by Free Thinking Writer © 2008
“Hold this,” she told me, handing me the matted but unframed photograph. “Over there.”
“It’ll look better framed.”
“I know, but I just want to see how it looks on the wall, make sure the colors are okay.”
“In the hallway?” I offered a puzzled look.
“I thought we had our roles worked out by now,” she told me with a sly grin. “You pick the artwork, I pick everything else. Now hold it there.”
Obediently, I held the photograph against the wall, using both hands.
“Higher… A little more…. Darn! Now I can’t see the photo. Can you just kind of press it against the wall from the top?”
“Like this?” I asked her, holding the photograph into place at the top only, pressing the artwork against the wall with my fingers.
“Perfect. Hmm.” She pursed her lips for a moment. “Now the other one.” She held the other one against the wall for a second, then turned around and moved it to the other hallway wall, directly opposite the first one. After a moment of moving it around, she told me, “Now, hold this one too.”
“I can’t reach.”
“Don’t be a baby. Stretch a little.”
I sighed, then reached across the wall with my other hand and was able to hold both photographs into place, barely.
While my arms are stretched out, holding both photographs in place, she looked from one to the other. “I think I like these. You pick nice photos.”
“Thank you. Can you take one before I drop them?”
“You wouldn’t drop them.” She gave me a sly look, then stepped up to me. “You’re stuck there until I take one from you, aren’t you?”
I looked down at her with a worried expression, but didn’t say anything.
She stepped closer then leaned into me, kissed me warmly.
“Hmm….” I said, slowly opening my eyes to look at her.
“Don’t drop the pictures,” she told me.
“Better take one,” I suggested.
“If you drop me,” she warned me, “I’ll stop kissing you.”
“What?!”
She silenced my protests with another kiss.
“Love….” I moaned.
In reply, she licked my lips, smiling as I moaned again.
Then she stepped away and looked at me before beginning to unbutton my shirt. I ached to wrap my arms around her, and she knew this.
“Don’t drop one,” she reminded me again, before my nipple felt her teeth.
Then her hands moved to my belt and she looked at my slyly.
“Love…” I moaned yet again as she loosened my belt.
“I mean it!” she said. “Drop one and I stop.”
I begged her with my eyes, I begged her with my lips, and a low moan escaped from my throat as she lowered my jeans to my ankles.
It doesn’t take ropes to bind me to her will, it only takes a look, a touch, a kiss. And a warning.
“Drop one and I’ll stop.”