100% fictional. I figure it’s time for me to contribute to one of my favorite subs. I appreciate you, fellow perverts ;)
It was the hair prickling up on the back of my neck
that told me he was standing there, watching me.
A glance confirmed it, and I acknowledged his presence with a nod
The small talk was light; I pretended to ignore the way he edged and maneuvered until he was standing right behind me.
My hand was sweaty on the handle of the broom when I felt his body heat on my back. His touch was careful and slow,
Taking me by the wrist, my pulse sped to hummingbird rates
and when I heard the soft click of the cuffs I flinched.
Breath ragged and flaming cheeks, I’m shaking so he takes just the smallest step forward, and his breath stirs the fine hairs on my neck.
I barely heard the broom hit the floor when he casually took my other hand and clipped the metal around it as well.