Angel

Part 2- Cuffed

Minutes later, I pulled up to my house. She looked fascinated by how it looked from the outside. I smiled, knowing that she would probably love the inside more.
She followed my lead, through the main door, as we made our way through the dim-lit corridors of my house.
Beck let her beautiful, slim fingers glide gracefully across the golden railing leading upto my room. I couldn't stop staring at her ass as she made her way up. My mouth dried up and I tried to wet my mouth with a gulp. She noticed my eyes fixed at her, and gave me a seductive grin, the kind you give to me if you want to be devoured. Fucking eaten alive.
She bent over, slowly, revealing a glimpse of her pussy.
She then covered her mouth with her one palm, her lips parted, as if pretending to be shocked, while she let her panties slide off her smooth legs using her other hand.
I could do nothing but watch, look at her and drool, salivating in my mouth and soaking down there.
I gasped. 'Fuck', I moaned softly.
She grinned, then took my hand. Unable to control myself, I pulled her in towards my chest and gave her a long, passionate kiss. She reciprocated and grabbed my ass, squeezing my left cheek tightly.
I turned her around and bent her over, lashing her buttocks with a hard spank. She shrieked in delight.
I hit her again, harder this time, and I watched her butt steadily turn crimson.
I realised I hadn't asked her her safe words.
I said slowly, 'Do you have a safe word babe?"
Her eyes widened.
"I want to try something I think you'll like... but I'm not going to attempt it without giving you an out."
"What do you mean?" she asked, still looking confused.
"Doesn't have to be complicated. A lot of people just use red and yellow. Yellow means slow down or try something different. Red means stop everything, we're done. Do you want to give it a try?"
I examined her expression. Curiosity in her was running rampant, flirting with arousal.
"What are you going to do?" she asked quietly, but confidently.
I grinned cheekily. "Nothing too wild. Do you trust me?"
She didn't answer right away. I saw shards of fear battle with the keenness in her eyes. Suddenly, it seemed, she made a decision. I saw her swallow hard.
"Yes", she breathed, her eyes dipped away for a second, then met mine confidently, "I trust you."
Something twisted in my gut. Excitement,my own fears, a number of other things I couldn't quite identify. I would have to reflect on that later. Right now I had other plans. Fucking majestic ones.
"What do you say if you want me to slow down?"
"Yellow?"
"And if you want me to stop everything?"
"Red," she answered with more confidence.
"Don't be scared of those words. If something doesn't feel right, if I hurt you accidentally, even if you just aren't sure about something - use them."
"Okay."
"Okay," I said. My own words rang in my ears. This was really happening. Fucking hell.
My wicked smile returned, "Now where were we? "
My hand was on her throat now, squeezing lightly, before she could blink. A jolt shot through her as she drew in a sharp breath. I leaned down by her ear and whispered, "
Get your ass to my bedroom. Now."
Beck gasped first and then obeyed my instructions, exploring the wild thrill that had just shot through her.
She lay down on my bed, her legs wide open.
I moved back to look into her eyes. Something I saw there made me smile wider. "You like me being in control, baby girl?"
She nodded slowly, not trusting herself to speak. My eyes narrowed mischievously.
Suddenly, I left her, as I crawled towards the side of the bed. She sat up a little, watching me curiously. I desperately searched for something metal under my bedsheets.
"Aha!" I sat up, turning back to her. In my hand, I had my handcuffs from the night before with some girl whose name I couldn't remember.
"I knew I forgot to put this away", I thought.
She watched me suspiciously as I moved slowly back towards her.
"Roll over," I ordered in a low voice. Without a thought, she complied. "Hands behind your back."
"Oh fuck no," she murmured into the mattress, even as she was obeying.
"Oh fuck yes," I replied, teasingly. She felt the sharp cold of metal around her wrists and sighed heavily. When I let go of her hands, she gave it an experimental tug. Firm. She wasn't going anywhere.
'Now, you do what I ask you to do. No questions asked, understood?', I say, barely a whisper, letting the words slip out of my mouth like a slow, seductive hiss.
She simply nodded, unaware of what my vindictive self had in store for her. For us.
She still had her clothes on. What a shame. I got up and walked to my study to find a pair of scissors to cut her out of the material hindering us from being together. I ripped her clothes as I chopped through them, freeing her boobs. She stared into my eyes intently as I did my job, not blinking once.