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“Reach to your right. There’s a nightstand. The key is on top of it.”

I knew there was a nightstand there. On each of my previous visits, I’d heard the drawer open. It hadn’t taken a genius to work out that was where he kept the condoms and lube. I reached over and felt around on its surface, pausing for a moment as my fingers brushed something that felt suspiciously like the base of a lamp. I hesitated, considering whether I should search for the switch. If I switched it on, I’d be able to see the man’s face; I’d know once and for all who it was. Temptation warred within me, a rapid-fire possibility of scenarios flashing through my brain.

“Can you feel it?”

My fingers moved away, finally coming into contact with a small metal object. “Yes.” It was decision time. I either walked out, and this strange interlude in my life would be over, or I agreed to wear the handcuffs. “Can I keep hold of the key? It would make me feel better to know where it was.”

The man took a long time to consider the request. I kept my fingers on the key, tracing its smooth, metallic outline in an effort to keep my mind away from the temptation to return to the lamp. It occurred to me that if he said no and I didn’t agree to the handcuffs, then there was nothing to lose. It would be coming to an end anyway. I might as well go out with a bang and know who exactly it was that had touched every inch of my body.

“I don’t see why not.”

My fingers curled around the key, maneuvering it into the palm of my hand. “Okay, then.” A shaky exhale of breath followed my agreement and it hadn’t come from me. I knew I’d replay that sound later and probably spend hours trying to analyze its meaning.

“Put one of the handcuffs on.”

With shaking fingers, I slipped my wrist into one of the circles of metal, flinching as the cuff snapped closed with an audible click.

“Put your hands behind your head. Let me know when you have.”

“Okay.” The tremor in my voice was even more pronounced. I’d agreed to this. I needed to get a grip. Fingers brushed my face, searching for the right place in the dark. Another click signaled the other cuff being closed. My hands were now trapped behind my head until he saw fit to release me. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt slightly sick. I was completely at his mercy. I concentrated on the feel of the key against my palm. I had the key. Worst case scenario, I could make a run for it and get someone else to unlock them. It would be awkward to get through two closed doors in this position, but possible, surely?

Then I stopped thinking about escape, stopped thinking about anything really, except how good the mouth wrapped around my cock felt. It seemed like he wanted to pick up from exactly where we’d left off before I’d fucked everything up and touched him. I moaned, my cock immediately forgetting how stressed I was about the handcuffs and hardening instantly under the stimulation of his lips and tongue. He sucked harder and I gave myself up to pure sensation, managing to ignore the cold bite of the handcuffs against my skin.

“Fuck my mouth, Danny.”

I was there to do as I was told, right? So, if he insisted, who was I to argue? My hips bucked up, finding a perfect rhythm as he used his mouth and tongue expertly. I gasped, “Going to come, Jay. If you don’t want me to, you need to—” It was too late. I came with a shout. He took me deep into the back of his throat, his mouth remaining there, licking up every drop of cum while my cock slowly softened.

I slowly came back to earth, my wrists hurting where I’d inadvertently pulled against the handcuffs. Was he going to fuck me? That wouldn’t feel great after I’d already come, but I could hardly complain. It wasn’t until the mattress squeaked and I felt knees pressing against my shoulders that I understood his intention. He wanted me to return the favor. He moved further over me and I knew any moment I’d feel the press of his cock against my lips. “Wait, wait!” Panic gripped me. Handcuffed, on my back, and in the dark, I would literally have no control. I couldn’t push him off, wouldn’t even be able to communicate if I couldn’t breathe. And he wouldn’t be able to see. He’d have no way of knowing if I was in distress. “Sorry. I don’t think I can.”

The man stayed still. He didn’t press forward. But, he didn’t back off either. I waited, concentrating on trying to maneuver my wrists into a more comfortable position to alleviate the pain from the handcuffs. I knew at the very least I’d have bruises to show for them later.

“I’ll be careful.”

I contemplated the man’s words. He’d done nothing in any of my previous visits to make me believe he wouldn’t be. But still, I wasn’t used to being that reckless. Georgia was right, I was pretty vanilla. I’d always been fairly unadventurous in bed. The irony of ending up having sex for money wasn’t completely lost on me. Yet there I was, considering putting myself completely at his mercy. I had to admit though that underlying the anxiety, there was something slightly arousing about the element of danger. “I need you to promise that.”

There was no hesitation before he spoke. “I promise.”

“Okay, then.”

To his credit, he moved over me fairly slowly, clearly announcing his intent with every subtle shift. It was another few seconds before I felt the press of his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth, taking him in. He pressed deeper than I expected, and I pulled back with a jerk of my head, the metal of the handcuffs chafing with the sudden movement.

He immediately withdrew. “Sorry. I’ll go slower.”

I made an effort to calm myself, curling my tongue around the head of his cock when it slid back between my lips. That time when he pressed deeper I was ready, relaxing my throat and letting him fuck my mouth as I concentrated on breathing through my nose. Unused to the unnatural position forced by the handcuffs, my arms were starting to ache. He thrust harder, his breath coming in gasps. He was obviously close. Would he come in my mouth? Did I want him to? I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. He pulled away with a groan and I felt the hot splash of cum on my chest.

Rather than feeling relieved, I felt cheated. I lay there listening, the only sound his breathing as it slowly returned to normal. For once, he hadn’t left the bed straight away. I supposed, there was still the small matter of the handcuffs to deal with. I noticed though, that he’d moved far enough away that there was no longer any contact between us. The silence stretched for another minute before he broke it.

“Is the key in your left or right hand?”

“Left.”

“Open your hand.”

I did as he asked, making sure my palm was flat so the key remained balanced. His fingers worked their way over my chest, locating my shoulder and from there following the path to my hand. Fingers plucked the key from the center of my palm, but there was no immediate move to unlock the handcuffs. I startled as something dry and soft touched my chest, relaxing when I realized it was just a tissue. Well, at least I wouldn’t have to get dressed covered in cum. That was always a bonus.

Apparently satisfied he’d cleaned me up adequately. Or as satisfied as you could possibly be when it’s done by touch alone, he moved on to dealing with the handcuffs. Unsurprisingly, it took a while. I stayed silent, closing my eyes and feeling like I could fall asleep, while he searched for the lock, struggling to locate and maneuver the key into what I could only assume was a tiny lock. How it was even possible in the dark, I had no idea. Had he practiced it earlier?

Finally, there was a click and the cuffs were pulled away, closely followed by his usual rapid departure from the bed. With difficulty, I eased my arms back to a more natural position, the muscles protesting as blood flow slowly returned.