“A few hours? Why didn't you just... push me off of you?”
I answer that by tugging on the cuffs, letting them clank against the iron headboard. Her eyes widen when they shift to mine and realization sets in.
“Oh, shit!”
She slides off of me so quickly that I groan, my cock throbbing at the sudden loss after being absolutely wrapped in her for the last few hours. She's already on her knees digging through the nightstand by the time I catch my breath to tell her she won't find a key.
“They're not there.” I tell her, unable to keep from laughing at the absurdity.
“Huh?” She turns to me, wild. “What do you mean?”
“The keys. They're not in there. I don't have any.”
“You don't have keys?” Her voice is suspicious, clearly not believing that. “Is there a safety release or something?”
“No safety release.” I assure her. “They're real. I just lost the key.”
She blinks, deciding not to question how I managed to lose a key to handcuffs. “Okay. So, what? Do you have a spare somewhere?”
“Not here.”
I see the panic setting in as her eyes flicker up to the spot where she wrapped me around the headboard... iron, solid, unforgiving. It's not like she can simply pull the bars apart to free me.
“What do I do? Call the cops?”
That gets another laugh out of me, making my bladder scream.
“I'm a killer, little doll. I can't invite the police into my apartment so they can free me from the handcuffs my stolen girlfriend put me in.”
“Girlfriend?” She asks so harshly that I'm actually offended by how horrified she sounds.
“Sex toy? Lady friend? Mistress?”
I shake my head.
“You can be whatever you want to be to me, but I need you to call Dex before we decide if we're going steady or just friends with benefits. Please?”
30
Amber
I love it when he sayspleaselike that.
I hold onto that memory as I greet Dex at the door half an hour later, dressed in one of Cal's long shirts with my hair thrown on top of my head and secured with a ribbon. I wasn't in a rush to put on a proper outfit when Dex would know what we'd been up to anyway.
“Thank you for coming.” I say, pulling at the sleeves to tug them over my hands as far as they'll go, as if that will make the awkwardness of what he's about to see disappear. It won't, especially because he steps aside and allows a small blonde girl to pass him.
She flashes me a smile that looks too uncomfortable to be polite and walks in, turning to be sure Dex has followed her.
“This is Katrina.” Dex says, introducing the girl with her neutral dress and pale skin.
She's beautiful, fragile, and elf-like. She’s not much shorter than me, but her fair complexion makes her look so much more… breakable.
“Hi.” I say, laughing as I realize that Dex doesn't know how to introduce her. Or, for that matter, me.
“Amber,” I say, holding out a hand for Katrina. She looks startled by the gesture, and her lips fall open in surprise before she catches herself and shakes my hand.
Dex nods his approval, and I notice Katrina watching me intently. There's no ill will in her gaze, no jealousy or concern that the man she came here with is talking to me. It's oddly refreshing.
