Chapter 2 The Trip Home
Sally was glad that it was dark out as they walked to Paul's car. Paul opened
the door for Sally and helped her into the bucket seat. He then took the key out
of his pocket and removed the cuff from Sally's right wrist.
Sally was surprised that he was releasing her, though she was sad at the same
time. It had really not been that bad, wearing handcuffs, and it sure was making
her horny. But instead of releasing her left wrist, Paul pulled the cuff, and
her hand, between the seats and around the back of the seat. Her right wrist was
firmly pulled around the other side of the seat. She heard, as well as felt, the
ratcheting sound as the cuff closed around her right wrist again.
"There you go, and of course we have to keep you safe," Paul commented, and he
pulled the seatbelt across her lap and between her breasts, to then latch it
securely.
Sally could not believe it. Paul was closing the door and her hands were now
cuffed securely behind the seat. She could not reach anything and she could not
even lean forward. She struggled with the cuffs as Paul walked around the car,
but it was no use. She was firmly affixed to the seat. Paul got in and looked at
her. Sally had never felt so helpless. Paul could do what ever he wanted, and
she could not protect herself at all.
"Your excitement is showing, my dear."
She realized that Paul was staring at her chest. She looked down and saw that
her nipples were very prominent, even through her bra and shirt. With her hands
pulled behind the seat, they also pulled her shoulders back as if offering her
breasts to Paul. As she watched, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Paul
reached for her left nipple, massaged it, and gave it a tweak. Even though Sally
struggled against the cuffs, she was powerless to stop him. This was very
confusing to Sally because, while she was trying to stop him by her struggles,
she also wanted him to never stop. She had never been as turned on as she was
right now.
Paul finally stopped, too soon, but not soon enough - oh, this was so confusing
to Sally. Paul started the car, and Sally hoped that she would not be seen as
they drove through traffic to her downtown apartment building. Paul parked in
the underground garage and turned off the car. Before he got out, he started to
reach for her again but suddenly shifted, and put his hand in her crotch. Sally
instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together, to block his hand, but it was
too late.
"You're very wet my dear. I think that you are enjoying this."
Sally could not bring herself to answer, so she just moaned. Paul came around
the car and removed her seat belt. It took some maneuvering but, by releasing
the seat back, and with a lot of help, she was able to get out of the car and
lift her hands over the back of the seat, without dislocating her shoulders in
the process. She was now standing beside the car, with her hands still firmly
cuffed behind her.
"Come on, my prisoner," Paul said, and he grabbed her upper arm to guide her
towards the elevator.
Paul escorted her by holding her arm, just like the police take their prisoners
to jail. Sally imagined that she had been arrested and was now being taken, by
the corrupt policeman, to be "forced" to confess. She kept looking around to
make sure that they were alone in the garage. She was relieved when the elevator
arrived and was empty. She did not want anyone to see her like this. When she
got into elevator, she suddenly remembered the camera in the back corner of the
elevator. She quickly went to the corner to try and hide the cuffs, hoping that
no one was looking at the screen when she came in. All they would see, she
hoped, was a women getting on the elevator, holding her hands behind her.
As the elevator rose to her floor, Paul noticed her apprehension. When the doors
opened, he positioned himself right behind her and placed a hand on each
shoulder, completely blocking the camera's view of Sally's backside. When they
got into the apartment, Paul guided her straight to the bedroom. Paul shut the
door and reached around Sally's waist, undid the buckle on her belt, unbuttoned
the waist of her jeans and dropped the zipper. His hand continued down her
crotch until it was centered over her sex, and there, he caressed her mound.
Sally thought that she would faint from desire and she could feel her orgasm
building. She could never remember being so turned on. Paul stopped, before she
could climax, however. She was panting as he hooked his thumbs in her pants and
with one stroke, pulled both her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She
stepped out of them and her sandals at the same time. Now she was naked from the
waist down. She wondered how he would get her top off, with the cuffs on. She
felt him working with the cuffs. Soon, her hand was free and she was helping to
remove her T- shirt and bra while the remaining cuff dangled, getting in the
way. Now all Sally wore was her jewelry and the special shinny chrome cuff,
still locked on her wrist. She did not protest as Paul relocked the cuff around
her other wrist, in front of her.
Paul quickly shed his clothes and then pushed Sally down on her back in the
middle of the bed. He grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs and then pulled her
hands over her head. He soon was over her chest, his rock hard erection bobbing,
inches from her face. She tried to catch it in her mouth but she could hardly
get her head off the bed, with him on her chest, and her hands held to the bed
over her head. Paul took pity on her, and he leaned forward so she could reach
it. Sally started to work on it with a gusto that she didn't know she had in
her. The way she was working, it did not take long before she felt it start to
twitch. She tried to turn her head, but was not successful, and got a mouth full
of warm, salty sperm that dripped down her cheek as well.
Amazingly, Paul stayed hard even after coming and he just slid down, until he
was kneeling between Sally's knees. Then, he leaned forward to suck her hard
nipples, one at a time, going from one side to the other and then back. Sally
did not even try to lift her arms, she simply lay there and enjoyed the
sensations flowing through her body. Finally, she felt his dick at the entrance
to her cunt. She tried to scoot down the bed to impale herself on it, but he
grabbed the cuffs and pulled her back up on the bed. When he did this, Sally
felt pain in her wrists where the cuffs dug in as he pulled. She was amazed,
though, that it did not hurt, but turned her on even more. Again she felt him at
her entrance but, this time, she willed herself to lay still. With agonizing
slowness, he inched his way in.
Sally was playing with the cuffs around her wrists, feeling the hardness of the
steel compared to the softness of her skin. Finally, she felt his balls against
her sex. Paul started to piston in and out of her. Sally was glad that he had
already come once, or he would not have been able to last more than a few
strokes. As he pounded her, the sounds of the cuffs and chain mixed with their
panting and moans. Sally could feel her orgasm building, the tension reached
heights that she did not think possible. Finally, the nerves could store no
more, and released. The waves of orgasm rolled over and over Sally as Paul
continued to fuck her. They were still very strong when Paul let go, and she
could actually feel the sperm bathing her womb.
They collapsed into a tangled heap of hot, sweaty, sticky, flesh and steel, more
satisfied than ever before, and too relaxed to move. After a long time, Paul
finally moved to release Sally's hands. Sally got up to go to the bathroom and
relieve her bladder. While she was in the bathroom, she removed her necklace,
rings and earrings. She rejoined Paul in bed, totally nude. They cuddled, and
quickly fell into a deep sleep.
