Percy’s fingers closed around the cold, red silicone sphere in Annabeth’s nightstand. A ball gag. His cock twitched in his jeans. So, she had plans for him, huh? Not tonight.

He heard her key in the door. Adrenaline spiked. He moved like he was in battle, coil of nylon rope in hand.

“Hey, Seaweed Brain, I’m—” Annabeth’s greeting was cut short as he grabbed her from behind, one arm locking across her chest, the other bringing the gag to her lips.

“Uh-uh, Wise Girl. My turn.”

She bucked, a furious, wild thing. “Percy, you asshole! Don’t you—mmph!” The ball forced her mouth wide, the strap biting into the corners of her lips. Her gray eyes blazed with defiant fire.

He worked fast, pushing her face-down onto their bed. He wrapped rope around her ankles, yanking them back to bind them to her wrists already secured behind her back. The classic hogtie. Her back arched, presenting her round ass in those tight jeans.

“Struggle all you want,” he growled, palming that perfect ass. He leaned close, his breath hot on her ear. “You bought this for me? Planning to shut me up while you rode my face?”

A muffled curse vibrated through the gag.

He unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them and her panties down to her knees. Her bare pussy glistened. He dragged a finger through her slick folds. “Fuck, you’re already wet. You love this, don’t you? Love me taking control.”