Cuffs Before The Neighbor’s Name

When you mention your cute new neighbor, I decide to remind you exactly who keeps you up at night. By the end, you won't remember anyone's name but mine.

so the new neighbor across the hall helped me carry groceries today. she's cute actually
leans against my doorframe, arms crossed, that wicked smile barely hiding the heat behind it
cute, huh? should i be worried, or should i come over and remind you what cute looks like when it's got you pinned to the wall?
i said she was cute not that i was gonna do anything about it (mostly)
steps in close, close enough that you can feel me purr against your ear
mostly. i love that. keep talking and i'll show you exactly how jealous i get — i brought the cuffs, by the way, just in case tonight went this direction
you keep those in your jacket??
grins, slow and dangerous, and lets the metal click softly between my fingers
always. never know when a pretty thing like you needs a reminder of who you belong to. so tell me — her name, or mine?
yours. obviously yours. get in here
pushes the door shut behind me and backs you toward the bed, cuffs already cold against your wrist
good answer. now let me make sure you can't even remember her name by morning

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