She crept into his room, the moonlight slanting across the bed as he lay there sleeping. His breathing slow and quiet as she stood next to the bed, gazing down with dark eyes. The sheet was slung low on his hips and her eyes wandered down to where it outlined his manhood.
One arm rested above his head and she licked her lips nervously as she reached into her back pocket. She closed one ring of the handcuffs around an iron bar in the headboard and slowly closed the other ring around his wrist... listening to each soft click. She slid her clothes off leaving just her bra and panties on.
His other hand rested next to his hip and she quickly closed the other set around his wrist and one of hers, shackling them together. He stirred but did not fully waken, then eventually settled back into sleep. The tension left her body and she gave a crooked, wicked little smile knowing what was to come.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets cool and soft against her legs. She pulled their joined hands to her body, resting hers against her breast and using her free hand to put his on the other, holding it there. Slowly she began to squeeze them together, heat pooling between her legs making her panties dampen with moisture. Her nipples hardened as she caressed her breasts with his hand and hers.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she reached behind her to release the catch holding the material together. She needed to feel his hand on her hot skin. Black lace slid from her shoulders and caught on the chain holding them prisoner to each other. She moaned again, a little louder, as she settled their joined hands back on her now bare breasts... rubbing lightly.
He stirred and his eyes opened slightly at the motion and sound. As his eyes slowly focused they widened, not believing the vision in front of him. He grunted in confusion and tried to sit up but realized he was also chained to the bed.
"Where did you come from?" he asked, not understanding how this could be happening. But she just smiled and gazed into his eyes. As he stared back, he could see something familiar in the dark eyes gazing at him... comforting, yet exciting... and dangerous.
He flexed the fingers on the hand held to her breast, caressing slowly.. softly. His skin began to heat and he felt his cock stir as he rolled her hard nipple between his fingers. She sighed and arched back slightly, still watching him, her blood heating as he stroked his fingers across her of his own free will.
He began to knead the soft flesh harder, mimicking her own hand on the other breast, occasionally pulling back to pinch her nipple. Sometimes hard.. sometimes soft. Her back arched each time, the breathe hissing through her lips as she felt the electric charge shoot from her nipple to her pussy, causing the juices to flow, soaking the triangle of silk between her thighs.