Subdue Me Just So
Police grade cuffs and delicate wrists bound just so.

I lie there subdued waiting for him to decide what my fate is. More’s sharp nails drag down with perfect pressure. He studies my restrained body with a calculating look. The police grade cuffs cut into my skin. They don’t have the added softness of fuzzy handcuffs that I’m used to.
My face presses into the mattress and I huff through half opened lips. He lets me just lie there for a little bit. It’s torturous and I wiggle a bit from side to side. I look like a worm skewered on a hook looking for an escape.
More grabs me and flips me onto my back. He’s an inch or two beneath me height wise. But, in this moment he feels like a giant seeking to plunder his captured prize. I stare at him with a challenge in my unflinching gaze. My expression clearly says try your best and I will never break.
He pushes up my shirt to expose my stomach. His brown eyes meet my color changing Hazel and he kisses the delicate skin. Like a wonderful train sent on a mission to discover his lips trail down painfully slow and stop. He finds the cavern of my hip bone and my breath sucks in like a vacuum.
I squeal with the sensitivity of the nerve endings in this area. He attacks it even more forcefully and I try to twist away from him. My body rolls over and he grabs onto my hip bones.
More forces my legs open and looks me directly in the eye. He slams his covered erection in between my legs. It feels delightfully huge, thick, and ready just to destroy me in the best ways possible.
It’s a kind of movement that claims me as his in this moment. I gasp and he presses his fingernails into the dip created by my curves.
He throws me to the side and crawls on top of me. His lips possess mine fully and I give in to them. The tongue ring he wears clatters against my teeth and flicks inside. We kiss like we’re trying to find the meaning of life in each other’s lips. My breath comes out in rapid fire pants when we finally separate.
More squeezes my tits with an exploratory expression. There’s a question in his eyes mixed with that irresistible, playful smirk. I watch him and tilt my head back with a sigh. He bites the bra with a well aimed nip and my breath sucks in.
My shoulder throbs in protest at the inconvenient positioning of my arms. I squirm from side to side as the metal cuts into my skin. I’m now thinking twice about offering up the police grade cuffs for us to play with.
He drags my body to the edge of the bed and I know what he wants from me. His beautiful, thick, long and glorious cock is unveiled to me like the best present ever. More approaches me and I open my mouth willingly for him to use as he pleases.
He thrusts inside and my throat protests at the intrusion as his length hits the back of it. I moan and rub my thighs together as I greedily devour every inch offered to me. His movements are torturing with their slowness. It’s a methodical game and I moan with my mouth filled full.
His free hand squeezes my chest that is still covered with my bra. I move closer to him and threaten to fall off the side as my body weight balances precariously on the edge.
He pulls away from my mouth and I pout at my service being cut short. His fingers grab spare locks of mine and forces my neck to the side. The pain from the police grade handcuffs permeates my pleasure. I think about needing my hands tomorrow for work and wiggle from side to side.
“You know you’re not getting out of those, right?”
“I know, but they are killing me. Should have gone for the fuzzy ones. Can you loosen them?”
He looks at me incredulously and I flash a bashful smile.
“If I remove them you won’t let me put them back on.”
“I promise I’ll be good, it is your birthday.”
More accesses me and his fingers trail all over my body. His expression says that he thinks this is a trick. I shake my twisted arms at him and the metal cuts into my delicate wrists from the effort.
His tongue ring peeks out of his mouth as he thinks. It’s a habit he has which makes me smile when I see it. He jumps off the mattress and his feet plod over to the bookcase again.
I hold my breath waiting for his decision.
