My dick stirs beneath my trousers, and I slam my eyes shut as I take a deep breath, fisting my hands at my side as I try to keep control of myself.
The cold bite of metal digging into my palm has me glancing down at the cuffs I'm holding, and I remember why I came in here in the first place.
Rolling my shoulders, I walk towards the bed, not daring to lift my eyes from the floor until I'm beside her.
My stomach stirs as I peer down at her serene face, and my eyes get caught on her slightly parted lips.
Feeling my cock thickening inside my jogging bottoms, I shake my head at myself and quickly loop one of the cuffs around the horizontal pole of her headboard, clicking it shut.
Carefully reaching for the arm tucked beneath her head, I stretch it out above her until I clamp the other cuff around her wrist, locking it into place. Then I swipe her phone from her nightstand and shove it in my pocket, that way, she can't call for help tomorrow.
I'll just have to come home throughout the day and check on her myself.
When she doesn't wake up, I take a couple of steps back, retreating from her room, but I freeze when I reach the end of her bed, and she stirs slightly. A soft groan releases from her as she buries her head into her pillow and stretches her legs out.
My gaze immediately snaps back to between her legs, and before I can even think about what I'm doing, my hand is fisted around my covered cock, trying to relieve the pressure building inside of my gut.
I should be hightailing it out of here, but instead, I take a step closer, my eyes skating over her body.
The sight of her in a lacy red camisole and a pair of tiny matching shorts while cuffed to the bed has my hand firmly brushing against my dick, and a pleasure-filled shiver rushes through my body.
Completely lost to the allure of the temptress in front of me, I slide my hand beneath my jogging bottoms and boxers, and begin pumping my fist back and forth along my length, quietly groaning in relief as I do.
My fingers slide across the metal bars on the underside of my dick, causing it to twitch in my hand.
Swiping my thumb across the tip, I gather the pre-cum leaking out of me and spread it over my cock as I use my other hand to yank my boxers down, freeing my engorged dick.
Every logical and rational thought has flown out of my mind as I take another step closer until my knees brush against the mattress. I reach out with my free hand, caressing the round globe of her arse cheek before letting my fingers slip between her thighs, pressing gently against the warmth emanating through her thin shorts.
My eyes briefly flick up to her face before returning to where my hand slips further between her legs until I feel the small bump of her clit beneath my fingertips.
Squeezing my dick in my other hand, a deep exhale rattles through my chest as I circle my fingers around her clit, watching with rapt attention when her legs twitch slightly.
My tongue swipes along my bottom lip, and my heart pounds violently as I watch her lips part and her eyelashes flutter.
Lust consumes me as I gently stroke my hand along the seam of her shorts, and before I can stop myself, my fingers slip beneath the edge of the material until they connect with her wet slit.
Feeling her arousal has me feeling dizzy, and I hold my breath as I swipe my fingers through her folds until they reach her clit again.
My hand around my dick tightens, the metal balls digging into my palm as I stroke myself, a longing grunt forcing itself out of me.
Fuck, it's been too long since I've allowed myself any pleasure.
I circle my fingers over her clit once more before I feel Alicia's thighs clench around my wrist, and I hear her gasp.
My eyes dart to her face, and shock courses through my veins when they connect with hers.
She stares at me for a moment before her eyes widen.
"What the—" Her words cut off when she glances down, seeing my hand still leisurely moving along my swollen dick, and I watch as realisation dawns on her face.
She attempts to sit up, but the cuff around her wrist stops her from lifting herself too far. Her legs trap my hand between them, making her aware of the contact between us.
Flicking her eyes to the cuff around her wrist, to my face, and then to where her thighs are clamped around my hand, she gapes at me.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she screeches, kicking her leg out at me and swatting at my arm with her free hand, trying to remove mine from her shorts. I press my fingers firmly against her wet core, feeling the added arousal that's pooling between her thighs since she's woken up.
Her hips jolt from the connection, and I smirk down at her.
