Series, Erotic Romance
Handcuffs for Beginners Part 3
Anne surprises her neighbour
If you missed the previous episodes, follow the link to part one, otherwise read on:
Anne woke from her pleasant slumber, to the clink of a breakfast tray on the bedside table. David leaned over, kissed her deeply, and explained that he was off to finish the room that he was decorating at their daughter and son-in-law’s house.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be late. I can’t wait to see you later, darling”.
She was about to comment that he never brings breakfast in bed, but thank him anyway, when she bit her lip, and found some different words:
“Good boy!” Her hand reached out and brushed tantalisingly across the front of his trousers. “Off you go. The decorating won’t do itself. I shall expect you back at 5 o'clock sharp.”
He stared at her for a second, hesitating, a look of desperation on his face, and then did as she had told him.
Anne listened to the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, and then sat up, suddenly wide-awake. She reached for the breakfast tray and her phone, quickly accepting Jane’s invite for afternoon coffee.
3pm. She held out the borrowed handcuffs to Jane.
“It’s OK, you can keep them. I had already bought some new ones before David mended those”.
Anne’s jaw dropped in surprise. “So, you asked David to mend them just so you could lend them to him?” She bristled, just slightly. “Furthermore, I gather you demonstrated them to him?”
Jane noticed the fire in Anne’s eyes. Had she taken a liberty too many? She took a breath, and hesitated to speak.
Anne burst out laughing. “It’s OK. You really did me a huge favour. You’re a proper friend. Can I ask you a few things? He’ll be back at five, and I need to dominate him again”.
“You NEED to…?” It was Jane’s turn to giggle. They sat with their coffee, chatted, laughed, and organised Anne’s fantasies, with Jane’s practical suggestions, into a plan for later. Anne picked up the handcuffs and quizzed Jane about the practicalities of popping them on before a person had time to object.
“It’s easy, you just….” Jane stopped mid-sentence as she felt the click of cold metal at her wrists and realised Anne’s question had just been a distraction.
The two women stopped and stared at each other, Jane in shocked surprise, Anne taking a moment to judge if what she had just done was having the desired effect. Flushed skin, dilated pupils, intense eye contact; yes, it was having the desired effect.
“As I said, I NEED to. David said you handcuffed him for ten minutes, and you fed him coffee”.
Jane nodded, deciding not to mention it was actually 45 minutes, two coffees and the extraction of a significant promise.
Anne picked up Jane’s coffee and leaned over. Jane felt her favourite drink tickle her taste buds and a left breast brush her right arm. Her breathing deepened. Anne took her time; half a mug of coffee, a continued assault of tingling flesh through silky clothing. Jane turned and looked at her, this time her eyes alive with a fiery passion, her breathing deep, her pulse racing, her wrists tensed and pulling against the unbreakable restraint. Anne put the coffee down and hugged her.
“I’m so grateful. You thought you were doing me a fun little favour, but it’s so much more than that. You see, I’ve spent my whole life in the shadow of David’s career, bringing up his children, racing around after other people, being the dutiful wife of the distinguished surgeon, but now I’m at a crossroads. Husband has retired, the children are off our hands, and I’m lucky to be ten years younger than David and still super fit. I thought I was facing a life of dinner parties and charity work, but your gift was a revelation. I’m going to live life on my terms. No more boring ladies that lunch, except with the neighbour that tells me about her kinky sex life.” She paused and gave Jane the rest of her coffee.
Anne found the key, and slowly, teasingly, undid the locks.
To her surprise, Jane’s arms sprang up to hug her and their lips met with a passionate kiss.
After a minute, they disengaged and looked at each other, both a little surprised at what had just happened, Jane still clinging tightly to Anne.
Anne spoke first:
“I was about to say, tell me whether you liked that or not”.
Jane’s smile broadened. “No, I hated it” They both giggled.
“In that case, you won’t want me to do it again?”
Jane didn’t speak, but the fire in her eyes said everything. They kissed once more, then Anne gently pulled away, picked up her handcuffs and said farewell, her thoughts already on David’s return, her mind alive with a new confidence; I NEED to dominate him.
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