I still remember that friday night, when a bottle of red was demolished with ease, as we both relaxed after the demands of the week, and such a long, long week it had been. Sipping the next red, we both relaxed and sighed again, as you nuzzled into my neck, lazy hand rubbing my chest, my right arm around you, holding you closer. And then, as the music played, in your little quiet voice, you said something, I'll never forget.
'Have you ever had a pair of handcuffs?'
'Excuse me?'
You smiled, 'Have, you, ever, owned, a pair of handcuffs…'
I stretched a little, so I could turn slightly, and catch your eye, to see you smiling warmly. And I knew that smile. It was mischief, personified. So I said softly,
'Would it surprise you if I said, yes?'
Her fingers tightened a little on my chest, in response, and she giggled, softly, feeling my heart race a little, the red wine loosening her tongue.
'Mary told me a story today…'
'Oh really…'
My thoughts were in disarray. Was she about to say what I think she was going to say?
'We had a coffee at lunchtime, and she was glowing. Big bright grin on her face. And I asked her if she'd had a good weekend'
'Well… we both know the answer to that one…'
She tapped my chest, in a gentle admonishment.
'Hush. This was different'
'In what way?'
'I'm not kidding, she was absolutely giddy…'
I paused, and asked the question.
'What's that got to do with handcuffs?'
And I held your eyes. And saw the blush. And knew the answer already. Felt you squirm slightly. And then you buried your face, into my chest, but I could still hear you explain…
'She told me some things…'
And then I stroked your hair, that long, curly red hair, the fiery cosmic aerials that feed your desire for smiles, derision, and anger. But I digress… That's the life of a redhead's SO. Well, a date, that hopes to become an SO.
'What did she say that made you so sheepish?'
'She made me blush…'
'Why?'
She replied into the hairs on my chest, almost as if she didnt want to admit such things.
'Well… ', she faltered, '…you know Mary. She's not backward at coming forward'
'I know'
'She just sounded so excited. And every word she kept saying, just made me blush even harder'
'Why?'
'I started imagining what I would have done'
And that was when I felt you squirm harder against me, a thigh rising, back arching a little, tensing, pressing and warm, nails grasping, but ever with a smile upon your face. A greedy smile, but a smile nonetheless. As you kissed and ground your hips again. Against my thigh, just rubbing, as my hands clasped you to me. Bit me gently, as that earlobe swelled and went red. Not as red as other places but red it turned, and red it stayed, as your mouth began to rove.
'She was handcuffed to the bed, and when she described it, she just stopped and smiled'
'I bet she did'
'She stopped, but I couldnt help but think…'
Swirls of kisses, as buttons were undone across my chest…
'…what would I have done?'
Stretching, I broke the embrace, and leaned over to the bedside cabinet, opened the drawer and reached inside. To claim an object. Grasping it, all shiny, then sat back on the bed, and dangled it before you, watching you watch the dimming sunlight glance over it. Seeing the shy, yet hungry desire it created.
'Shall we discover exactly what you would have done?'
And as clothes were unbuttoned, unzipped, let loosened, let free, there was another moment. A breathless moment. A tender moment of nakedness. As I reached again to the drawer, and withdrew the twin, to your delight. Clipping one wrist in place. And then the other, to the bed rail.
'See? It's so easy to just let yourself be free', I said softly.
And saw your eyes widen, as my hands reached again, into the bedside drawer, taking more metal into my hands, as each ankle became prisonered to the bottom of the bed. Watching you squirm, as you realised the ultimate fate. Wrists and ankles, creating a delicate moment. Fight or defeat? Struggle, or acquiesce?
With slow wet kisses, roving and searching, you realise just what Mary had felt. And why she had blushed. As warm and probing touches made you shiver, all over. And sigh… From the forehead, down, to the warm taste of the insculpted shoulder, to the side of your chest, when your breath heaved back and forth, to the ribs, to the belly, to the hips. Squirm, I dare you… It wont matter a damn.
Now you know why Mary had smiled. Because there's nothing you can do, when your chosen one, opens his mouth and hears you squeak. Languid swirls of tongue and mouth, and I know you would normally run your hand through my hair, and grasp me to you, whilst uttering filthy words, as your lungs and hips dance and empty themselves, all the while tickled to a point of no return. But handcuffs are useful things, arent they…
Such long, gently soft kisses :)
…giggle…
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