Ryland catches them with one hand and laughs. “Trust me. I’m scarred for life.”
“Did you sleep with the stripper?” Yeah the jealous side is winning out over kinky now.
“God no.” He chokes, a hand going to his mouth as he coughs into it a few times causing him to bend over. He’s either dying or laughing. I'll wait to see which wins out. “It was a male stripper.”
Now it’s my turn for my mouth to hang open in shock. The erotic night time striptease I envisioned transforms into a different image. “Wow.”
“Of course if you’re interested, I vote we use them to make better memories.”
I bet he thinks I’ll say no. Even after steady dating for weeks, he knows so little about my competitive personality. “I didn’t see a key."
“No key. They’re still trick cuffs, just harder for the person in them to get out.” He holds the handcuff up to the light and pulls on the side and the cuff pops open with a cling.
Ryland’s eyes scan the room and stop at me, a sly grin forming. “Come with me, Kitten.”
“Where?” I sound more nervous than I am as excitement starts to build at what he’s planned in the last few seconds. We haven't been strictly bed people when it comes to our recent sex life, but watching him walk out with the handcuffs causes a case of butterflies to form. Since having the safe sex and birth control talk where we decided to stop using condoms, Ryland’s gotten more creative with his locations each time. It's exciting and a bit scary as I anticipate what he has planned this time.
He walks out of the bedroom and I follow him through the living room and into the little hallway to the elevator. He pushes the call button and we wait.
“We’re not leaving, are we?” Now it is nerves.
His arm wraps around my midsection and he pulls me close sweeping me up in a long kiss. The elevator door opens, but we don’t move. Ryland reaches a hand out to stop the doors when they begin to close.
When we pull away he motions toward the open elevator. “In.”
“The elevator?” I step inside, my stomach tight in anticipation and worry. “We’re not leaving, right?” I ask again since he never answered my first question.
Ryland follows me on the elevator and the doors close behind him. “Nope.” He pulls on the red stop lever to keep the elevator from moving. The doors open again and I’m more confused. "Turn around, Marissa.” I turn and face the wall. “Grab on to the railing and bend over.”
He stands beside me and I look up to meet Ryland’s eyes, my new position making me even shorter. I expect to find passion, but it’s a predatory stare he locks on my fingers wrapped around the steel bar of the elevator.
Hard cool metal touches my skin as Ryland drags the pair of handcuffs from the top of my shoulder down to my wrists. His lips follow the same trail and he places kisses until he reaches my elbow and it’s too far to bend over. My knees go a little weak and I’m glad I didn't try on the heels with the dress.
Two clicks blanket the elevator as Ryland opens the cuffs wrapping the chain under the elevator rail and then attaching one to each of my wrists.So we’re doing this in the elevator then.
My body tenses as Ryland stands behind me in a position I can’t see from my side view. His hands wrap around my ankles lightly as he slowly rubs his fingers up my legs raising my dress with them. I want a better angle, but his hand won’t let me up when I try to stand. The material reaches my waist, but he continues higher. His flat palms are rough against my back as he exposes more and more skin.
Light blue fabric hinders my vision as Ryland pulls the dress over my head allowing it to fall down my arms and pool around my cuffed hands.
I wiggle my arms to move the material as far down as possible, but can’t get it off while cuffed to the rail. “You didn’t think this through did you?" I grin down to the floor.
Smack. The sound of his hand hitting my covered ass cheek echoes through the small metal walls of the elevator. He immediately begins to rub the area smoothing my tingling skin until I push my backside closer to him asking for another.
His back arches over mine as Ryland leans against my ear. His breath blows a few strands of hair out of the way and he nibbles on a lobe tugging every so often. The thin material of his basketball shorts don’t impede the feel of him as he rubs his rock hard cock against my cheeks.
When he stands he trails the tips of his fingers down my back stopping to release my bra and push it over my shoulders to have it get caught on the pile of dress around the handcuffs.
“Damn it.” He voices his frustration at my growing mound of clothes and I laugh until another smack resounds in the open elevator and I jump a little. The spot where he hit stings until he caresses the area with firm rubs grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him until I'm forced to take a step back.
A cool breeze blows through the elevator door and I shiver without Ryland’s body covering mine. I’m coiled tightly waiting for his next strike with anticipation.
It never comes. Instead both his hands form around my hips until he slowly pulls my underwear down my legs, more fingers trailing across the exposed skin. When they reach my ankles, he pushes my legs apart helping me step out of the material.
My head lowers until it’s resting on the metal railing between both cuffed hands finally giving me a slight view between my legs. Ryland rests on his knees. I can’t see his head because it must be perfectly aligned with my ass. The shiny material of his grey shorts tents out from his erection and he reaches out with a hand to fist it twice with hard jerky movements. I clench. The entire scene is so hot I might start begging him to hurry up and fuck me. But that would be very anti-Marissa.
Still with a hand on himself, the other disappears behind me until it reaches between my legs. There’s pressure on my clit as he draws the finger across my slit slipping inside for one tantalizing second.
“Fuck, Kitten, you’re soaked. Are you sure you want to do this?”
