As a put the phone down I had all manner of thoughts going through my head. It seemed such a bad idea and yet there was a part of me that was yearning for him. I'd told him not to come but he wouldn't take no for an answer. "It's just platonic," he said.
I turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror. I reached down and pulled up my casual but sexy black nightshirt with the slogan "fallen angel" to reveal my satin panties and looked at my rear. "Not bad," I thought. Then my phone starting ringing again, jerking me out of my day dream. It was him. He was checking I was going to answer the door. At minus 2 degrees outside, I couldn't leave him standing at the door and told him so.
When he arrived, it we were both acting casual but you could cut the tension with a knife. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a can of beer before reaching into the cupboard for two glasses pouring out the beer. He wandered around my apartment, admiring my new bedroom and the floor to ceiling mirrors opposite the bed.
I got back into bed and told him to get in. He did as he was told and remained fully clothed. As he put his arms around me... I won't lie, I felt safe. Since the burglary I hadn't been sleeping that well and as I felt his muscled arms around me, I felt the tension melt away to be replaced with a deep aching for him. "Oh ooh," my head said. "Oh god James, I feel so safe in your arms." It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. On that, he promptly reached his hand into my nightshirt, starting gently pinching my nipple and kissed me deeply. I pulled away. He said this was platonic. I knew how hard it would be to resist him. I wasn't sure if I could.
He said, "Hey gorgeous, don't worry, it's just platonic," but I knew. I didn't think I was going to win this battle. He started massaging my breast again, and repeated that it was just platonic. It took everything I had to say no and move his hand away. And then I made my first fatal mistake. Very innocently he asked me if he could do something, and I naively said yes.
He took my left hand, pulled it above my head and placed my fingers around the bars on the head board, lifted my shirt and started gently sucking my nipples, taking each one in turn, murmuring how much he loves my tits and at the same time had moved his hand down so he was rubbing my satin panties. Every time I took my hand away from the bars he put it back until suddenly, I felt cold steel on my wrist and before I knew it, out of nowhere he'd handcuffed my wrist to the bars. "You're mine now," he said.
I wasn't sure about this. "No. What are you doing?" I heard the words coming out of my mouth but it didn't feel like they were coming from me. "Relax angel, you'll be ok." His words reassured me but I felt the fear rising up inside. This wasn't what I wanted; but then I reasoned with myself. I had to be honest, I felt so fucking hot. But this wasn't supposed to be happening. In the meantime he continued licking and sucking on my nipples. Oh God I was so wet. It took every ounce of my being not to grind my hips against his his had. I tried to move my wrist but felt the cold hard metal dig in and thought better of struggling.
In a smooth, single movement, he lifted off my other arm and swiftly handcuffed it above my head to join the other, whipping my nightshirt over my head and onto my hands before moving down and yanking my panties off, down and over my feet. Oh Christ, what have I gotten myself into. It was that fear again, choking me.
