"YOU DON'T HAVE A KEY!"
I was astounded by what Carol had just told me...so much so that I actually shouted in response. Carol stood in front of me, with a panicked look on her face. She was not only naked and covered with my cum, she was now handcuffed.
"I didn't say that I don't have A key. I said...I don't HAVE the key. You know...WITH me."
"Well where is it?" I asked, thinking about the predicament we were suddenly in.
"It's at your place," she sighed.
"The hotel?"
Carol's expression changed, from the one of slight fear she had when the metal bracelet clicked shut against her right wrist...to one of minor disappointment. "I told you...I don't want to think of it as a hotel, Neil. That's where you live right now...so it's YOUR place."
"This is hardly the time to get into a debate on the semantics of where I live right now, Carol. Don't you think?"
"I suppose. I was just saying..."
"Fine...what's the key doing at MY place?"
"I left it there...I thought that I might want to do this tonight. And I liked the idea of you taking me there cuffed...but I was hoping I'd be dressed. I never dreamed you would do this," she said as she turned sideways and showed me her hands bound together behind her back.
"I told you...what's the point of wanting to be 'taken' if you know when it's coming?"
"Well I know that now," she said as she leaned back onto her desk. "What are we going to do?"
"Well, I suppose I could take you into the maintenance room and find something to cut them in half. Then you could at least get dressed."
"I just got them. I don't want to ruin them before I ever get to use them," she pouted.
"Well, then there's only one other thing to do," I said, moving over and taking Carol by the elbow, leading her toward the door.
"What's that?"
"The same thing I'd do if you were Ann. I'd just make you go like you are," I said as I flashed a little grin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Carol said, a little tremble running through her body again.
"Just think of this as me making you do it," I said as I stole another glance at her sexy body.
"Making me do it?"
"That's kind of Ann's thing. She gets excited by the thought of being MADE to do things that she says she normally wouldn't do. It's the core of the whole idea...you know, of not being in control of what's happening to you. That turns her on."
"Huh," Carol said as she sank back into the passenger seat of my car. "I never thought of it that way. At least...I never thought it all the way through like that." I reached over and tweaked Carol's nipple, making her jump a little. "HEY...what was that for?"
"To remind you that you're not in control right now...I am...so get used to it," I laughed.
"I'm not sure I'm ever going to get used to driving around town without a top on," she said as she stared out the window.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I'd taken Carol back through the front lobby, turning off the lights to the hallway as we went. Illuminated just by the grayish light coming through the front doors, we walked down the gradually darkening hallway to the door she'd went through earlier to go to the bathroom. I opened the door, and Carol had me flip on the light so we could make it back to the bathroom.
In truth, Carol had really gone to her friend Martina's office. Martina was the company nurse, and we walked first into the nurse's station, which was more like a doctor's exam room. It was eerily similar to the one I'd taken my physical in at the local hospital...the room I'd fucked Carol in on the day I met her. There was a bathroom just off the exam room, but that wasn't where Carol had gone.
On the other wall was the door to Martina's office, which was where Carol had undressed...and we went inside so I could help Carol put her cloths back on. I helped her put her jeans on...although I refused to button them or zip them up. I left the front pulled down like a 'V', showing off more of her bare pelvic region. But they weren't in danger of falling off. In fact, I had a hell of a time getting them over her hips. In fact, they were so tight I was beginning to think she'd have to go without them before I finally got them in place.
As for Carol's top...well, it was in the back of my car. She'd taken it off to tease me on the way to the plant, removing it slowly, before putting her jean jacket back on a minute or so later. She'd kept it buttoned up while Ivan, the lead technician that was installing the equipment in my department, gave me a private tutorial. But once we'd finished that a little over three hours later, Carol wanted to take me on a tour of the plant. I just didn't know at the time that she wanted to do it while she was naked.
Now, she was naked from the waist up, and there was no way to solve that easily. Not with her hands cuffed behind her back. I couldn't get her jacket on, and draping it over her shoulders might make her a little warmer once we went outside in the rain, but it wasn't going to cover her big tits. And that was the price she was going to have to pay. After all, she'd said she liked the idea of me taking her back to, well...my place, in handcuffs.
I hung Carol's jacket over her the handcuffs, in effect hiding the fact that she had them on. Although one would have to wonder why anyone would choose to walk around topless, while holding their coat behind their back the way Carol was. But that was beside the point. I was too busy staring at how the angle of Carol's arms was pushing her chest forward, making her tits jut out farther. I cupped them for a moment as I stared into her eyes, and she offered an innocent smile...one that betrayed how she was feeling inside. She was turned on to no end, no matter how much she whined about the situation she was now in.
I offered no apology for handcuffing her without knowing the way Carol had wanted to be taken back to my place. Sure, it would have still been erotic and exciting if she was wearing her jean jacket and I'd cuffed her then. I still could have exposed her if I'd wanted to. But this was better. It was more dangerous. And that made it more real than if she'd tried to stage the event, like she had originally planned. After all, what's the point of wanting to feel you have no control, if you're going to try and control the situation from the start? No...this was better. This was sexual tension at its bare essence.
I grabbed the flashlight she'd placed on Martina's desk, and led Carol back out into the plant, making sure I stopped by and grabbed the carton of training manuals that Ivan had gotten for me. I commented to Carol how it was a shame that he'd left already, because I was sure he would have loved to see her like she was, half-naked and covered in cum...mine.
Carol let out another little shudder and a low moan as I headed towards the warehouse where we'd come into the building.
"Stay close, Sunshine. I wouldn't want you to get left behind like you are now," I said as I walked in front of her. I could hear her walking fast to keep pace as I moved past the hidden hazards that were lurking in the dark. I really wasn't going that fast...I didn't want Carol to get hurt, and with me having the flashlight, I knew it was harder for her to see. But she moved with me, so I felt comfortable that while we were walking briskly, she was able to keep up.
When we reached the back door we'd used to enter the plant, I asked Carol if she was ready to go out.
"Yeah...but you need to get my keys. Ivan wouldn't have locked the door, and we need to lock it behind us."
"Okay...where are they?" I asked as I moved around to check her jacket, knowing they weren't in her jeans because of how hard they were to get on her.
"Uh...they're in my purse...in your car," she said sheepishly.
"Well...I guess we're going to have to go outside to get them, aren't we," I said as I opened the door.
"Oh my God!" Carol said she looked outside. It was pouring, the rain coming down in sheets.
I laughed, thinking that we'd left the umbrella in the car as well. "Looks like we're going to get a little wet."
"I was already wet," she said with a giggle.
"I wasn't talking about your pussy, Sunshine," I said as I put the carton down and ran out to the car.
I opened my door first, and hopped in to find Carol's purse, which she'd left on the floor in front of her seat. I felt guilty almost as soon as I picked it up and reached for the zipper. But then I felt worse that I hadn't thought to ask Carol where in the purse the keys would be...and she hadn't thought to tell me before I sprinted off into the downpour. With the direction the rain was coming, opening my window wasn't an option. So...I was resigned to doing what no man wants to do...cracking the security seal on a woman's purse.
It was territory that males dared not tread. Most men didn't want to. It was sacred, mysterious territory, fraught with danger. At Man School, you're taught that the contents of a woman's handbag were not to be messed with, under any circumstances. Women keep all their deepest, darkest secrets inside. It was like I was about to start searching the hidden compartments of Batman's utility belt. Even Robin knew not to go there, and he lived in the freaking Batcave. Well, maybe not the Batcave, but he lived in Wayne Manner, so one can understand the point. It just felt wrong.
But there I was, unzipping the big brown leather designer handbag, carefully pulling it open wide to peer inside. I half expected some kind of sleeping gas to pour out of it; a defense system against unauthorized access, activated by sensors detecting a human life form with a Y chromosome. I was actually reluctant to reach inside, instead just scanning the items I could see in plain view as I searched for the keys. But there were so many little compartments in the purse, I knew almost from the instant that I opened it that I wasn't going to be that lucky.
