I stretched my arms and arched my back against the couch cushions. Stretching my shoulders up over my head, I shook my hands briefly, releasing the tension from the last hour of typing. Glancing at the clock in the corner of my computer screen, I felt a smile creep to my lips. Seven-thirty. Jack would be home any minute.
Not a moment later, the knob on the front door rattled as a key was inserted into the lock. My heart raced and I clapped my laptop shut. Jack's face appeared from behind the door, a wide smile stretching on his face. He hurried to drop his keys and bag on the table and hurried over to where I was snuggled on the couch. Taking my face in both hands, Jack kissed me affectionately, lingering a few inches from my lips to look me deeply in the eyes.
"Hello, gorgeous."
I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a small sigh as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I smirked and soaked up Jack's beautiful face. His handsome, strong jaw, deliciously kissable lips, and his hazel eyes, smiling but with a glimmer of mischief.
Suddenly he ducked down and began planting small, sweet kisses down my jawline and neck. I sighed into Jack's hand cradling my face, soaking up his affection. He paused when he reached my collarbone, then gave it a quick nibble. I squealed and pushed him away playfully as he flashed a wicked grin.
"What's gotten into you," I giggled, as he settled on the couch beside me, fidgeting with undeniable excitement.
"I brought you something," Jack said, his voice low. His gaze was intense, and I could feel the heat rising to my face again, as well as other places. He reached toward his back pocket. "Close your eyes."
I hesitated, searching his face, but reluctantly obeyed. I held my hands out tentatively, and heard a muffled jingling, similar to a set of keys. Suddenly I felt a slight weight in my hands. The object was cold and hard. I opened my eyes a fraction and caught a glimpse of the surprise. My pulse immediately accelerated and my gaze shot up to Jack's.
"Handcuffs," I said, my voice catching slightly. Jack nodded, his wicked grin returning.
"The real deal," he said. "They're my set from work. I'm not technically allowed to take these home, but there's no way my supervisors will notice."
I smiled and bit my lip. "Can you show me how they work?"
"Of course," Jack said brightly. He gently lifted the cuffs from my hand and turned them over. "See how the latch only goes through one way? It rotates three hundred sixty degrees so I can easily snap them on an offender's wrists. And this is the only way to unlock them." He held up a small silver key.
"Have you ever used them on anyone?"
"Nope," Jack whispered slowly. He leaned forward as if to kiss me, but instead tucked the hair behind me ear and brought his lips impossibly close to my ear. "You'll be the first."
I gasped as a pang of desire shot from deep in my stomach, up through my torso, and settled in a deep blush in my cheeks. My head spun and a desperately pulled Jack into a deep kiss. I heard him drop the cuffs on the couch as his hands sprang to my waste, pulling me closer. He deepened the kiss, parting my lips with his tongue. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and nipped it just enough to hurt. Jack pulled away abruptly, leaving me gasping.
"Are you okay with this?" He snatched up the cuffs and pressed them into my hands again. "If not, I can put them away and I'll never mention it again."
"Yes," I said, breathlessly, pushing the handcuffs back towards him. "I want to."
Jack's eyes shone with desire and excitement and he hopped off the couch and stretched a hand toward me. I took it and rose from the couch, knees already weak with anticipation, and he led me to his bedroom, closing the door gently behind us.
Jack held my arms tightly and kissed me hard, his fingers sliding under the shoulder straps of my dress.
"Take this off," he murmured.
I hurried to untie my dress and let it slip off my shoulders, pooling in a heap around my ankles. Jack smiled as he looked me once over, his hand grazing over my black bra that matched my panties.
"These too."
He turned toward his dresser and flicked on his music speaker. I watched him choose a playlist on his phone as I unhooked my bra. It joined my dress on the floor, followed by my panties. A slow, sultry melody filled the room as Jack dimmed the lights. His eyes were dark and lustful as he closed the space between us and kissed me again.
Jack let his hands slide lazily over my body, caressing every curve and dimple like I was a fine piece of art that was to be admired. I leaned into his touch, the desire in my belly tripling as an ache grew between my legs.
"Jack..." I whispered.
"Shh," he interrupted, placing a finger to his lips. "Turn around."
I obeyed, my knees feeling weak. A shiver ran down my spine and I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and neck. Jack and I always had an incredible connection, even since the first time we kissed. We always knew how to please each other and were always left satisfied and glowing. But this was something different. Something new and sinister I had never seen in him. The way Jack spoke to me, and the way I obeyed without a second thought, without any of our usual jokes or laughter. There was no misunderstanding who was in control tonight. He was going to take what he wanted and I was eagerly going to give it to him.
"Bring your hands behind your back," Jack said huskily into my ear. As I did, I felt the cool metal of the cuff around my right wrist. Jack gently pressed it closed, clicking the latch one notch at a time until it was just a little too tight. My breath was ragged as he closed the latch over my other wrist. "How does that feel?"
I tested the cuffs uncertainly and tried to pull my hands apart. I was surprised how restricting they actually were, pull my arms more tightly until the sharp metal cut into my wrists uncomfortably. Jack and I had playfully tied each other up with silk ribbon and scarves in the past, but this was different. I would stay in these handcuffs until Jack was ready to let me go. I couldn't escape if I wanted to, but something told me I wouldn't.
"Walk over there and place your forehead on the wall."
I did. My pulse hastened as I heard Jack's belt being unbuckled. It fell to the floor with a thud. There was more rustling and the sound of a drawer closing behind me, and suddenly Jack was pressed up behind me, pinning me to the wall with his weight.
I could feel the warmth of his skin. My hands brushed against smooth fabric, telling me he had stripped down to his boxer briefs. His breath was ragged in my ear and I reached with the limited mobility of my hands to squeeze his growing erection.