Cuffed

A Quickie

Note: I wrote this very short “quickie” years ago. Enjoy!

This was a bad idea. A really fucking bad one.

As a cop, Derrick didn’t like to lose control. Ever.

He was usually the one cuffing people, not the other way around. How this woman talked him into just the opposite blew his mind.

Maybe it was because she was so... hot. Sexy. And made him hard as hell.

When he first saw her at the party, it was her laugh that drew his attention. And then her smile.

It wasn’t just any smile. Hell no, it wasn’t. Her smile was wicked.

Sinful.

Loaded with promises.

Toward the end of the night, when only a few stragglers remained, she walked behind him and drew one of her long nails along the back of his neck. And kept walking…

That little tease turned him into toast.

He brought her home, something he never did since his privacy was usually more important than sex.

But against his better judgement he had, and now here he was…

He flexed his wrists, causing the handcuffs to clink against the headboard. His arms were stretched over his head, his hands bound together through the cast iron rail. His legs were spread eagle, tied to each corner of the footboard with some soft, unknown fabric. He never saw what it was that hobbled him as he had been blindfolded beforehand. When he bought this bed, he never imagined those rails being used like this.

At least for him.

She had only been gone for a few minutes, but it felt like an hour.

Amazing how other senses honed when one was unable to see. He could hear the soft pad of her feet on the carpet and he pictured her naked, coming down the hallway… her nicely rounded breasts with their tightly pebbled nipples peeking through the strands of her long dark hair. The curve of her luscious hips. Her plump lips in a naughty grin.

He could smell something… He flared his nostrils. Sweet. Chocolate. It had to be the Hershey’s syrup from his fridge. He grinned.

At least it wasn’t hot wax. Yet.

He sensed the warmth of her body next to the bed, near his ribs. He shivered skittered down his spine. “What are you doing?”

“Shh.” Her fingertip pressed against his lips. “I didn’t tell you that you could speak. Don’t make me gag you.”

The mattress sunk a bit as she climbed onto the bed. “And I don’t want to have to punish you… I have plans for those beautiful lips.”

He pinched those “beautiful” lips into a grimace. She might be hot, but this may not be worth it.

Especially when the cold syrup dripped onto his nipples. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Quiet.”

He tensed when more syrup was poured in a line down his stomach to his navel. She stopped before reaching his erection.

 “You look better than a chocolate-covered strawberry. How do you taste?”

Warm breath brushed over his lips. Then the tip of her tongue was outlining his mouth, dipping inside. But it disappeared before he could respond. She shifted to straddle his hips, the heat of her slick pussy pushing against his skin.

That tongue… Oh, that fucking tongue…

It circled his left nipple, swirling the chocolate around. Derrick’s back arched as she snagged the tip with her teeth and tugged. He ground his molars together, fighting the groan that wanted to escape. The painful pleasure was intense as she sucked his nipple into her mouth while pinching and twisting his other one. Hard.

That would leave a mark.

He bit back a smile and tried to relax. Though, that was hard to do with a raging erection. He flexed his cock, wanting to feel her warm, wet mouth on him. Sucking him. Until he lost it—all of it—into her mouth.

He kept his desires to himself as her nails raked his nipple, hard enough to draw blood. His other one didn’t the escape the torture, either, as her teeth plucked at his hard nipple.

If she would just slide down a little... Just a little. Then the head of his cock could slip between her ass cheeks.

That image pulled his balls up tight.

A bite. A kiss. A lick. She moved along his body, slithering against his skin, her breasts brushing his ribs, his hip.

Her tongue dipped into his navel, licking out the chocolate.

He wanted to join in with her mmm’s, but he didn’t want to be punished. Who was he kidding? Yes, he did.

He lifted his head and growled, “Fuck me.”

“Don’t be a bad boy. You won’t like it if I have to punish you.”

She shifted further down the bed, slipping her knees between his thighs.

That’s it, baby. That’s the way.

He arched his back when she took his sack into her warm, wet mouth. The damp heat enveloped him as she sucked and tongued him, circling his engorged head and sliding down his length.

“Ah, fuck. Suck me harder.”

Nails scraped down his cock, making him jerk.

She released his balls and pain shot through him as she bit the inside of his thigh.

That had to have drawn blood.

“I warned you to be quiet. You didn’t obey. Because you couldn’t follow my rules, you will be punished.”

Yes.

She wrapped slippery fingers around his cock. More syrup.

She stroked him, her fist pumping up and down. His hips followed her rhythm.

It’d been a long time since he’d had a woman jerk him off. If she considered this punishment…

She sucked his balls back in her mouth and her hand movement increased. Up and down. Over and over. At the top she’d give his head a little squeeze.

Oh, fuck, he was getting close. He needed to fuck her. Now.

He wanted to come inside her. Deep within her.

Maybe this was the punishment. Because he wouldn’t last much longer with her fingers squeezing, stroking. And that wet heat…

“I’m going to come soon,” came out strangled, then he released a long groan.

“No. You won’t,” she said sharply.

He hated to break it to her but her telling him no wouldn’t magically make it so…

Suddenly, she was gone. Nothing. Cool air hit him where her hot little fist had been, where her warm, wet mouth had created pleasurable suffering.

Then something small and metallic was placed in his hand. His cuff key.

Hey!” he called out.

Was she going to just leave him there cuffed to the bed?

Seconds later he heard the soft click of his bedroom door.

Hell yes, she was. Fuck.

“Hey...” he began to yell and then drifted off. He didn’t even know her name.

His booming laughter echoed through the room.

She’d better have left her number on her way out.

© Jeanne St. James/Double-J Romance, Inc.