Free Handy in the Bedroom by Cynna Rein

A few months ago my life took a dramatic turn, but certainly one I wouldn’t go back and change.  My name is Annabelle but most people just call me Anna. I live in a small Boston brownstone in a nice neighborhood.  I love the convenience and trendiness but size is always an issue.  How did this all start? My roommate of two years just got engaged and moved out with only a couple weeks’ notice.  Yeah – like that will last.  Just because we are thirty something doesn’t mean we have to settle for someone who isn’t exactly what we want, anyway that led me to my new roommate search before I landed on my butt on the street.
    I got a few responses to my roommate ad and I plan to meet them at a coffee shop down the street to screen them after my phone interview.  The first few I spoke to were a train wreck, a Goth girl who couldn’t hold down a job and then a creepy older guy who seemed more interested in stalking me than being my roommate; just my luck.  I have one more to go this afternoon.  At least on the phone he sounded promising.  I walked a few blocks to the coffee house, Java Hut; I wanted to get in a good spot before this guy Jake arrived.  About fifteen minutes later, this really tall guy walks in.  Seriously he had to be at least 6’ 4”.  I try to look casual and not drool as he whisks his hand through his just rolled out of bed thick brown hair.  It was shorter than I usually like it but there would certainly be more than enough to run my fingers through it and pull him to me.  His ice blue eyes were piercing with a defiant sparkle and his lean muscular body was clear even hidden under his jeans and t-shirt.  Then I get WET as he walks over to see me.  Clearly this was Jake I had worn the t-shirt I described to him.  The way he walked to me with confident grace I may not even charge him to live with me, it would be worth it just to look at him every day. 
    I introduce myself and he confirmed that he was in fact Jake. He grabbed a coffee and we chatted for a while.  Turns out he is an engineer for a new upstart or will be in a few weeks.  He just graduated from college and needs a place to stay that is reasonable and near work.  He seems like a nice guy, well spoken, confidant but not arrogant.  I have always had submissive tendencies, and I totally responded to that part of him, not that I let that show.  Never let them see weakness – that is my motto.
    I decided to bring him back to see the place.   He really liked the location and the cost.  With your engineering background I was hoping you might be able to help me with a project that really needs a man’s touch.  I told him if he could help me out it could be done as barter; I wouldn’t ask him for a security deposit.  He seemed intrigued and asked about the project.
      I really like to have a large bed in my room but I need storage and have to accommodate other more personal requirements too.  You see I like tall men and if I want them to stay I hate to have their feet hanging out of my too short bed.  Not to mention I enjoy being tied down or even handcuffed and my current bed just isn’t working for that but the frame was a used furniture shop special and it had a lot of character. 
    I explained that I had attempted to complete the project myself but it just didn’t seem sturdy.  Since I enjoy pieces with some character and tried to combine a headboard from one bed with the drawers and footboard from another.  I told him I was concerned I might break it.  I am not really shy but I did blush when he asked why.  I mean it isn’t something you just blurt out – well I enjoy my lovers to tie me to the bed but I am afraid this bed would break.  He saw me blush and helped me out by asking if I was into bondage.  I nodded yes.  He didn’t seem disturbed – in fact he said he had some great ideas about how we could use parts from this current bed, add storage and make it sturdy enough for anything.  We agreed to