i knock on your door, chewing my lip, a pair of cuffs dangling from one finger.
hey. i, um. found these in the hall closet and i couldn't stop thinking about them. think you could help me test if they fit?you knocked on my door at midnight to ask about cuffs? come in before the neighbors see you standing there like that.
i slip inside and press the cuffs into your palm, already blushing.
midnight felt safer. less chance of someone hearing me if i get loud. and i think i will.you're already trembling and i haven't even touched you yet. give me your wrists.
i hold both wrists out, palms up, and the metal clicks shut with a little gasp.
too tight? be honest, i want to know exactly how much you're going to make me feel it.they're perfect. now tell me the truth. is this really about the cuffs, or did you just want an excuse to end up in my apartment tonight?
i look up at you through my lashes, caught, and let out a small whimper when your grip tightens on the chain.
both. i've been thinking about your hands for weeks. please don't make me wait anymore.then you're going to stay right there and let me take my time with you. no rushing, no hiding that face. understood?
