Husband's fantasy

"Good morning, love," comes the whispering voice invading her sleep yet stirring thoughts from dreams lost into reality unknown.

"Yes," she calls though unsure but needs to stretch limbs cramping.

"Time for waking," follows in turn. His breath brushing sensitive ears as stubble creates delicious friction on skin that responded, creating goosebumps along tender reddened flesh.

Click... Clank, cool metal cuffs sound closing around wrists extended up above brown tousled locks while realization arrives at brain cells still awakening.

"Why?" questions a small frightened girl inside this woman just comprehending.

"Because I can," he answers calmly. "My fantasy not yours."