A passion for bondage ties these two coworkers together in the most deliciously deviant ways.

Some coworkers and I went out for drinks after work on Friday night. The workweek felt longer than five days, I swear. The days had contained far more than twenty-four hours. At least, that’s how it felt. I was practically limp with sweet Friday relief as I settled into a corner booth. My favorite coworker, Marcus, sat next to me.

“TGIF,” I said as I raised my glass to his.

“I like different letters,” he told me.

I tilted my head, suddenly curious.

“What do you mean?”

“After a week this, I tend to crave something more than a beer to relax.”

“Like tequila?”

He shook his head. He was flirting with me. I could tell.... Read More