Page 76 of Counting Quarters

Chapter Thirty Two

Blaire

Kylemetmein my apartment the following evening. I spent the day on my couch watching mindless TV, wanting to process what Grammy told me in solitude, so I wasn’t waiting for him on the porch when he came home from work. As if he could sense that I needed him, he let himself in before even going into his apartment to change and began wordlessly taking off his uniform and gear, letting me know he was here to stay.

I watched him undress in silence with a heated, grateful stare, which he quickly noticed and reciprocated. Once he was down to only his pants and t-shirt, he grabbed my hand and tugged me off the couch, gesturing his head toward my room. As I stood to follow, the light glinted off the silver metal handcuffs peeking out of the discarded police belt. Before I could give it a second thought, I hooked my finger and snatched them out of their case. Unaware, Kyle sat on the edge of my mattress and held his hands out for me to step between his legs.

I sashayed toward him with one of the cuffs dangling from my finger, a sly smile pulling on my lips as his brows shot up.

“What's this?” he rasped.

I grabbed his neck for support as I straddled him on the bed. “I thought we could have some fun,” I replied in the sultriest voice I could muster.

His hands wrapped around my backside, fingers digging in when I opened one of the cuffs between us and wrapped the cold metal around my wrist, securing it in place with a loud click.

When he remained quiet and still, I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his, suddenly nervous that I had made a mistake.

What if he wasn't into this sort of thing? What if I had just crossed some weird line between work and play for him and he was trying to figure out a way to let me down easy?

The heated expression on his face immediately erased my doubts.

His silver irises had nearly disappeared behind dilated pupils as his self-restraint dissipated and he grabbed me up, slammed my stomach down onto the bed, and swung my cuffed arm behind my back. My stomach fluttered with excitement, and I turned my head toward the window on the opposite wall, trying and failing to look back at him.

“Some fun?” he ground out in a low voice, reaching for my other arm to line my wrists up.

His body pressed against my back as his lips caressed my ear.

“You're sure about that?” he whispered breathily.

I swallowed hard, then nodded, my face brushing against the sheets.

The other cuff snapped into place on my free wrist, and he backed off me, leaving a cool chill in his wake. I felt his fingers dig into my waistband, and then my leggings were ripped down my legs, exposing my entire backside. He ran his hands in swirls against my bare skin a few times, and then a loud smack echoed off the walls.

I yelped, the sound hitting my ears before the sting even registered. He placed his lips onto the spot he had just assaulted and peppered it with light kisses, then sunk his teeth in.

Moaning, I writhed under him, wanting to turn around and rub my hands all over his body. My fingers itched to rip his clothes off and feel him against me. To be able to reciprocate this game of salty and sweet. The lack of control was already driving me insane, and we’d only just begun.

“I’ve been trying to figure out a way to punish you for that smart mouth,” his gravelly voice cooed from behind, and I heard his zipper come undone before the soft thud of his uniform pants falling to the floor.

It was as if the inability to see him had every other sense heightened. I could smell that musky police station scent much stronger now. Could hear every creak of the bed as his body shifted around it. I tracked him with all my senses, anxiously awaiting his next move.

His hands pushed my shirt up my back, and then trailed down my spine until he hooked a finger onto my thong and pushed it to the side. On instinct, my thighs rubbed together to create a fraction of the friction his touch had me craving. The buildup was torturous.

A light chuckle sounded from behind me before he wedged his hand between my legs to spread them apart, then rubbed his finger along my wet center. My hips lifted to accommodate him better and my hands struggled against the restraints as I instinctually went to push myself off the bed and give him better access.

“Relax,” he drawled, rubbing his finger in circles against me.

But I couldn’t relax. I had no idea that it would feel so impossible to renounce all my power and allow him to take full control. When I grabbed the handcuffs, I figured we would ease into it. Maybe he'd strap one arm to the headboard while the other could still play. I had no idea I'd have both hands bound. Yet, this was the most turned on I’ve ever been.

As he continued to work his fingers against me, I felt his weight shift again as I assumed he worked himself out of his briefs. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt his bare erection against my leg as he slipped two fingers inside me, working me up to a climax that exploded out of nowhere. My hips ground against his hand as it lifted me into the sky to dance with the stars. I was hardly over the edge with his name falling from my lips in heavy pants when he began running his erection along my crack, teasing me all over again.

He had no plans to give me a break.

Large, strong hands wrapped around my arms and spun me around on the bed so I was looking up at the ceiling with my hands beneath me. His face hovered over mine with a teasing grin.

“Having fun?” he asked, rolling my left nipple between his fingers. I arched my back and shoved myself farther into his grip, just to defy him.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d started yet,” I sassed sarcastically, earning another chuckle.

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