When I got home that night, I didn't notice anything was wrong until after I'd stripped off the top half of my uniform. The first oddity I noticed was that my cat wasn't at my feet purring.
The second thing I noticed was that the guest bedroom door was open. I always keep the door closed so alarm bells were going off in my head. I'd grabbed my gun and clicked off the safety, walking carefully to the door where a faint, high pitched mewling could be heard. I turn the light on and do a sweep of the room and am about to put my gun back when Snicker's starts meowing again from behind the closed closet door.
Warily, I open the door and notice a figure towards the back. I'm just about to shoot when an all too familiar voice squeaks out, "Don't shoot me!"
"Adriana? What the hell are you doing?" I wince as my kitten races down her arm, nails digging into her skin and prances towards me. Swooping down, I lift her into my arms and switch the safety back onto my gun, lowering it.
The next fifteen minutes are brutal. Adriana's wearing barely there shorts and an oversized ISU hoodie that nearly covers the entirety of the black spandex fabric pulled taut over her ass and thighs. Her hair is up, which shows off her slender neck and I have a hard time not handcuffing the girl to my bed. It's made worse when she shamelessly eyes me. I can't keep my eyes off of her wonderfully small ass as she leaves my house.
A cold shower doesn't help me and, resigned, I allow my thoughts to go the sexy minx that is Adriana. The eighteen year old could pass for a fucking model with her large doe like blue eyes, plump lips, breasts that have to be at least a D cup and a tiny waist line, long brown hair, flawless, tanned skin, toned legs that I can imagine wrapped around me. Thoughts of cuffing her to my bed, of her head down ass up before me, of spanking that tiny ass of hers and fucking her from behind invade my head. It all was made worse when I remembered an old pair of handcuffs, a gag gift from when I graduated from the Academy. The crimson color would compliment that tanned skin of hers.
I didn't expect her to show up today. I'd had a hell of a frustrating night and was about to work on the Moretti Sportiva in my garage when the doorbell rings. Curious, I open the door expecting someone from the force or maybe my mother on an unexpected visit only to come face to face with Adriana.
She is truly a knockout in a crop top that pushes those amazing breasts up deliciously, her flat tanned stomach on show, and skin tight skinny jeans that fit to her toned legs like a second skin. Her heels make her exactly my height and my breath catches in my throat. God damn, she's sexy as hell.
"I have an I'm-Sorry-For-Breaking-Into-Your-House apology basket," She says, drawing my attention to the cellophane wrapped basket with what look to be an assortment of cookies. I fight a smile and motion her to come in, closing the door and lead her to the kitchen, amused.
"I'm terrible at gift buying...so I hope you like cookies." I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face.
"Thank you, Adriana, that was very nice of you," She nods and a smirk plays on her tempting lips, "I used the bet money to buy it." The bet about my underwear. I laugh, but my mind flashes to my thoughts last night, of cuffing her to my bed and having my way. Against my better judgement, an idea forms in my head and I don't stop to think before acting.
"I found something and I'm assuming they're yours," I tell her, she looks startled at the abrupt subject change, but frowns. It takes less than thirty seconds to retrieve the crimson red cuffs from my bedroom. I hold them up for her to see and her eyes widen in shock.
"Those aren't mine," She says and I grin, moving closer to her and gently wrapping a slender wrist in the metal, but keeping it loose just in case she wants to leave. Her eyes stay locked on mine and I can practically see the wheels turning in her head.
