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“Well, in that case,” Lyndsey closes the first handcuff around her wrist. She firmly sits the key on the bedside table where we can see it. Then, I helped her put the second handcuff on the headboard. It’s modern, built from polished metal. The handcuff slides around the rod with a satisfying clink.
Before I can ask Lyndsey what she wants to do next, she captures my lips again. I kiss her, slower this time.
She whimpers as I move down, kissing her neck, chest, and stomach. Her hips buck with desire as I trail my tongue along her navel. She’s wearing red, lacy panties. They cling to her sculpted thighs.
I grab them and peel them off. The entrance to her sex is glistening. I part her entrance with two fingers and slip them inside her, curling my knuckles.
Her hips start to shake as I increase my rhythm. A whine builds in her throat. I kiss her thighs and remove my hands. My fingers are slick.
I scoot down on the bed, so I have a better angle. Lyndsey rests her feet on my shoulders as I open the entrance of her sex, takinga long, luxurious lick. I lick upward toward her clitoris and suck on the bud. I keep sucking, and Lyndsey’s thighs start to shake.
She clenches my face. I’m enveloped in her. It’s my favorite feeling: the raw heat and want that radiates from her as I suck on her clit, reducing her to incoherent moans of pleasure as she comes.
Tonight, as her hips buck, I hear the handcuffs clinking against the headboard. I keep licking, and Lyndsey comes with a jerk. I kiss her stomach and pull her close.
“My turn?” I suggest.
I’m genuinely curious. Despite my decades of frequenting goth clubs and a solid decade dodging drunk and disorderly charges, no one’s ever handcuffed me to anything. I’m curious, and if Lyndsey does it, it’ll be hot. I can already feel my hard-on stiffening.
“You sure?” she asks, eyeing the key.
“One hundred percent,” I reassure her. I fish the key off the nightstand and uncuff her with a grin.
“Okay,” she says. She slips the cuff around my wrist, and it clicks shut.
“Now remember,” she instructs, “the key is right here.” She places the key next to the digital alarm clock.
“Got it, got it,” I mumble, capturing her lips.
Lyndsey throws her leg over the top of me and straddles me. She shifts her hips upward as I enter her, moaning with pleasure as I fill her. I feel her tighten around my cock as she rides me. Her hips and tits are heaving with pleasure. I kiss her tits and lick the underside of her left breast as I thrust.
She clutches my shoulders, moving closer to me so that her luscious tits absorb my field of vision. I’m in heaven as we fuck. The handcuff rattled beside us. I’m close. She scratches her nails down my back, and I come in a burst. Lyndsey follows soon after, howling as she bares down on me before peeling herself off me.
I pull her close with my free arm and kiss her forehead.
“Maybe next time you can tie me up,” Lyndsey jokes.
“And then what? Hang you upside down like Spiderman or a bat?”
“How goth. I feel like you’d be the one who would excel at fucking acrobatics,” Lyndsey notes. She reaches across my chest and paws around on the bedside table, groping for the key.
Her face pales.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“The key! It’s gone!” Lyndsey chokes out.
She scrambles up out of bed and yanks her clothes back on. Then, she hefts up the alarm clock and moves the lamp over, hoping to reveal the key where we placed it last. There are only bits of dust.
“Fuck,” Lyndsey mumbles as she shoves the bedside table to the side. She gets down on her hands and knees and scrounges around on the ground, lifting the bed skirt. She gets up, grabs her phone from the desk, and turns on the flashlight.
I’d offer to help her, but I’m more than a little incapacitated.
“What do we do?” I ask dumbly.
“Shit! I don’t know, here.” Lyndsey walks over to her suitcase and starts digging. She pulls out a small black bag and rustles around until she finds what she needs.
“Scoot over,” Lyndsey instructs. I move over as best I can, and she slides onto the bed on her knees, peering at the cuff as she maneuvers a bobby pin into the lock.
