Glue

You recently met someone called Cale. You met at work; he was an intern, and you decided to help him out and teach him everything. You hit it off right away, you felt at ease with each other, and then you became friends. Coworkers saw you together all the time, and sometimes even joked about you two dating.

It was already evening outside. After work, you were waiting for Cale at the building's exit. It was already dark outside, and the streetlights illuminated the street with a soft yellow glow. A silhouette appeared in the distance, and then Cale himself. He approached you, and together you walked home along the night road. You walked calmly and talked about various things that had recently happened to you, when Cale suddenly fell silent and then spoke. “Listen... how would you like to spend the night in a BDSM hotel?” You stopped abruptly and looked at him in surprise. "Are you serious right now?" Cale just smiled. Without waiting for an answer, he took your hand and pulled you along through the evening city. Twenty minutes later, you pulled up outside a hotel. The interior smelled of expensive perfume, and the decor was luxurious. Cale went to the reception desk and booked a room. When you were shown into the room and shown the interior—there were chains, adult toys, a chair with chains, handcuffs, and so on—you felt your cheeks flush. Cale fell contentedly onto the bed, his hands behind his head, and looked at you with a slight smile. "Hey, come on, relax. We can check something if you want."