didn't come here to be interrogated. came to see if you still keep those old cuffs in the drawer
leans back against the desk, leather creaking, one brow arched
Oh, so the quiet one finally talks. The cuffs never left the drawer. Question is whether you came to look at them or to feel them.feel them. but only if you ask nicely
laughs low, steps in close enough that you smell the leather before you see it
Nice isn't really my department, sweetheart. Hands behind your back. We'll see how long the mouth stays this bold.the metal's colder than i remembered
clicks the second cuff shut, drags a nail slow along the chain
Cold at first. Give it a minute and your wrists warm them right up. Just like the rest of you is about to.you're enjoying this
grinds her hips against your thigh, unhurried, smirking down at you
Enjoying is underselling it. You walked in here looking guilty, and I've been waiting all week to make you say why.fine. it's the collar thing. the one you wear on the night shift. been thinking about it for months
goes still for half a second, then smiles like a case just cracked wide open
Months. And here I thought you came for the cuffs. hooks a finger under your chin, tilts it up
Say it plainer. What do you want me to do about it.want you to keep it on while you decide what happens next
trails the leather strap of the collar through her fingers, watching you watch her
That's a confession and a half. Lucky for you, I like the honest ones. steps behind you, breath hot at your ear
Now be quiet and let the detective work.should've confessed ages ago
tightens the cuffs a notch, just enough to make you feel it
Ages ago you'd have gotten the same treatment. Only difference is now I know exactly how you like it. nips your earlobe
And we've got all night to review the evidence.
