Handcuffs & Lust - Dark Hot Cop, CNC Romance

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with you. Now, I know you know this. This story really is best enjoyed lying on your bed, getting rer buds in, put on your headphones if you want, relax back and just let the sound of my voice drift over you. Now this little story will I think it's a little bit dirty. I mean I've done worse as you, as you may have heard if you've been to our desires, some pretty filthy stuff over there. But this is for

general broadcasts, so I hope you enjoy it. I've called it Bound by Lust and Handcuffs, which should give you an idea of tonight's theme. To lay back, close your eyes, take a nice deep breath, and just let all the stress and strain of the day go. For the next half an hour or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time. And then lets her fingers dance across the rail of clothes, getting a sense of all

the fabrics under her fingertips. The sensuous feeling and soft caress of materials against her fingers have her imagination running a mark and stimulating all her hot spots. The silk satin, a lace, row after row of sensual lingerie, or hanging so seductively tempting her, teasing her, taunting her lingerie that would make her feel so good, so feminine, so beautiful, like a real woman should geez Helen, her best friend Nikowa told her over dinner last night. Stop worrying about

work and about what others think of you. Stop aiming to be the perfect model of virtue and innocence every waking minute. Blow off the goody two shoes attitude, and go out and do something stupid wild. It's something crazy and unimaginable. Go street down Main Avenue. Flash those lovely tits of yours, one of those upty ass lawyers you work for. Go pick up a hot, strange man and fuck his proverbial brains out. Closing her eyes and running her beautiful red silk teddy across her right cheek, Helen

wonders about Nichole's words for a moment. She's right, She utters under her breath. I'm twenty four years old. I'm a grown woman. I should let myself go or Helen respects her family and no religious preferences. Her days of living in a strict Baptist family along gone, and just as Nichole said, last night was then, this is now.

With the red silk pressing against her cheek, her belly flutters as she wonders how it would filter be dressed in this beautiful lingerie, how it would flatter her curves accentuate her assets, how the soft silk would feel sliding over her clip and the hard pebbles of her nipples, How a man would react to see her dress so provocatively. Helen inadvertently lets out a soft moan as she stares

into the full length mirror in front of her. Her neck and cheeks are flushed pink, and her body is warm and tingly as she thinks of how sexy she's feeling by something as simple as women's lingerie without thoughts, she slides a lingerie over her soft's once again, and her breath catches in her throat when she realizes how deeply the color red compliments her skin, her eyes, and her hair in just a perfect way. Just the fantasy of wearing this beautiful silk and teddy for a man.

As her moving so much more seductively as she watches herself in the mirror, she feels like a woman. She feels feminine, She feels beautiful. Knowing she probably looks ridiculous, Helen quickly glances around the store and focuses on the cashier, who is busy boxing up what looks like a long silken robe. She notices there isn't a sign of a security guard anywhere, and she sees no cameras hanging from

the walls. Len's pulse grows heavy as she grabs a first piece of lingerie from the hangar and slips it quickly between the folds of her coat. A rush of excitement moves through her, her heart beat now druming in her ears. With her stomach clenching in anticipation, all she

can do is think, wow, just wow. Never has she stolen, never has she thought of doing such a thing, But now she was crazily flooded with the terrifying risk of doing something wrong, something immoral, something illegal, And then fills her coat with more sensual lingerie, pushing each piece into the folds of her dress and being careful to slap the ones that bit her body tight perfectly, and only, of course, in her favorite colors of red, black and white.

With the rush of adrenaline inebriating her, the next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur. Giddy with excitement, she moves towards the exit, trying to look normal, trying to keep the small streak of guilt pushing through her mind from covering her expression. Helen giggles. She leaves this door. Her parents will be appalled. She heads towards the main street. She stops and takes a breath to calm her beating heart,

which is still racing in her ears. She starts to reach into her handbag for her phone to cor Nicolt and tell her the crazy things she'd just done, when she realizes she's a bit lost and confused, and tries to get her bearings. She's been on these streets a dozen times, she's lived here for years, but nevertheless, she feels disorientated. Just as she starts to bring up her contact numbers, the sound of a voice startles her, and she drops her phone back into her purse and begins

to walk quickly. Somewhere in the fog of this lazy dream, there's a voice uttering offwards in a stern tone of authority, of punishment. Stop right there, miss The dark shadows in his voice forces the fog of confusion away from Helene's mind. With the rush of excitement now turning to an overwhelming panic, her footsteps quicken into a run as she heads towards the main street, weaving between cars, fear coursing through her vein. But the man is only footsteps away, still pursuing her,

closing him with every step. Her breath aches in her chest as she turns down the side road or where she can't outrun him, but hoping to see somewhere that perhaps she can hide. To her surprise, the alley mis basted in sunlight, no dark hidden corners here, just one steep fire escape. Had In desperately squats behind the metal grills of the fire escape, praying for a miracle that will save her from this mess, focusing on the ground in the faint hope that if she doesn't look up,

maybe he just won't see her. Still, his footsteps slowed from a fast run to a slow, deliberate walk, every footfall echoing in the emptiness of the side road, every footstep pressing on her trembling heart. Maybe he will miss her, Maybe he will think she didn't come down here at all. Maybe, but the son accuses Helen as it casts a stranger's shadow before him, all is lost. Trembling with fear, Helen stands up, resigned to her fate. It's a policeman. My god,

what has she gotten herself into? Miss A, I believe you left the happy endings Lingerie shot without paying. I'm going to have to ask you to open your coat. His silver badge shines brightly against his left chest, his police uniformer Chris Black, accentuating a pair of brilliantly blue eyes as he stares at Helen with an unknown look in his gaze, his police pattern in one hand, his

phone in the other. Just the mere sight of him and the strong tone of his voice as are jerking to a complete halt and immediately releasing the buttons to her coat, Lingerie tumbles to the ground as her coat falls open. Suddenly, she feels so naked, so exposed. The policeman takes a step forward, his body strong and broad, his eyes penetrating her, holding her gaze with a ferocious intensity. He slides his cellphone back into his pocket. That's quite

an impressive amount of Lingerie you lifted. Miss Helen's body trembles at the sound of his deep, unrelenting voices. His eyes caressed down her body with a firm stare. He pauses at her breast and her treacherous nipples turned to art pebbles underneath her thin summer dress. Despite the obvious act of shoplifting. For a moment, Helen considers begging the policeman not to arrest her, or making up some untruth

about why she lifted the lingerie. The policeman looks at the lingerie and then at Helen as she feels a gentle throbbing building between her thighs. The afternoon breeze kissing along her panties, only accentuating the feeling of wet heat already dripping down her legs. As his eyes move across the soft flesh of her thighs, obviously aware that a damnness is probably glistening in the sun, she feels a tremble, a brief spasm deep in her pussy, which clutches under

his withering gaze fixing on her eyes again. His gaze is stern, demanding, dominant, spread you thighs, miss goosebumps, electrify every inch of Helen's skin. My god, this was a policeman. He was seconds from arresting her, but still he's damn hear he's sexiest fuck, turning her breath racket, causing her pulse to raise in her chest. Electricity crackles between the two of them, and if Helen wasn't incorrect, he was growing hard underneath his black slacks. Fuck he's hot, and

then thinks to herself, portraying her will. Her legs part and a few scramps of lingerie fall to the ground with her body warm and sticky from the from the heat of the summer day. Her dress rides up the curves of her thighs wickedly high, and she instantly feels her pussy exposed beneath her panties. The burning ache and he core inflamed at least ten felt by the slight breeze in the air. The Hot Sexy CoP's intensity burns brightly in his eyes as he takes another step closer.

His tool stature dominates Helen, his voice's level strong and intimidating as he has anything else hidden up there. With what looks like a bend of a smile on his lips, Hot Sexy Cop slides his cold batter at the inside of Helen's sigh, teasing her to wet desire. As it touches her panties. She gasps and her body trembles involuntarily. Her eyes closed without warning, and a soft moan drops

from her lips. A screaming wicked desire floods through her body while tracking his baton back firmly, possessively, and in what seems to be a seductive pace. Her body sways with lustful need as her thoughts run away from her. Helen shifts restlessly, her breath becoming ragged as passion burns through every cell in her body. You're going to have to take the dress off, miss, I need to see

what else you have hidden. Surprised by his command and even more surprised by the flush of excitement throbbing in her pussy, she glances at him, fantasizing what his deep voice and stunning blue eyes might look and sound like pressed against her body. Oh, I got a cat strip not here? Aren't you going to take me to the police station? Then I would have to arrest you, and

that might be unfortunate. With his voice flowing down her body and ending up trembling on her clip from nowhere, handcuffs appear in his hand, he reaches for Helene's wrist, and before she has time to think or speak, a metallic click announces her bondaach, turning her swiftly and pressing her against the cold metal of the handrail of the fire escape. He bends her over the escape, with her heart raising in her ears and her belly a bed

of quivering butterflies. Her voice surprisingly comes out stern, I have nothing else hidden, Look at me? Where can I hide anything else? Alene's voice sees with anger for all the desire she feels moving through her body, But as much as it excites her to think of it, she could not and would not strip in front of this coup on a street in broad daylight. Slow Helen becomes aware of a movement under her dress, being bent over the handrail with her hands held tightly behind her back.

There's nothing she can do to stop it, and she feels a gentle movement of silk teasing the top of her clip and moving between her thighs. She wields the quivering in her cord to stop. She holds her breath. She mumbles off the silent prayer to stop what feels like the beginning of an orgasm building inside her pussy. But then she hears a panty drop against the ground. Although silk, the crash of the stolen item is almost deafening.

His breath burns at her ears. As the policeman leans in closer, his voice rings deep and heavy as he whispers, I think we'll call that evidence, and you no resist an officer is an offense and most definitely punishable. Fuck you and do your worst, Hot sexy Cop. Deciding the only defense she has left his anger, Helen spits her words at him, denying her arousal, her needs, denying him the pleasure of her just surrendering to his dominant desires. Wishing like how she hadn't called him by the pet

name she had already ingrained in her mind. Hot sexy cop is it. There's almost humor in his voice, his breath hot against her neck. Someone needs to learn some manners when talking to a man with authority. His hands lift her dress the short distance to her pelvis. With the breeze biting at her ass, his hands slip into her panties, ripping them from her unresisting body, startling Helen. She feels helpless, She feels out of control. She feels turned on, that of her damn mind. Before she could

think of what to do, we'll say. When the sudden breeze kisses her pussy, it forces a gasp, then a drawn out, salacious moan from her lips. His hand feels like red heat as it connects with her ass, once twice, then again, each strike hard and aggressive, sending pulses of pain through her cheeks and a deep, incessant need rippling inside her pussy. Fuck how helln cries, clenching with desire, her core throbbing with need, A scent of her arousal

a dead giveaway to the need she feels inside. His hand strikes her ass again with even more force, a tremor of pain shooting through a cleaton, firing sensations up her stomach and straight into her nipples. My god, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Helen cries out, her lower body quivering as his fingers linger on the lips of her pussy. Because I can, because you're letting me.

He runs a hand gently over Helen's mound and over the stinging cheeks of her ass, and as the pain subside, is replaced by the warm, tingle of pleasure moving through a body. As the gentle caresses of his fingers tease her sensations, further heightening the pleasure moving through a body, forcing another moan of desire from her lips. You won't be able to sit down for a week. Blondie, not without thinking of me. His whispers harsh and stern and

god so erotic, so controlling. When his hand crashes back down, her ass burns with pain, her pussy quivering with pleasure. He huffs out a laugh and draws his finger through the crack of herass until he's rubbing her clip. You can be good now, baby girl. Doorway with Axit may get you thrown into the back of a police car, possibly with a dirty policeman. His whisper is dark and dominant,

reeking with promises of pleasure and pain. Helen digs her nails into his wrists in defiance, resisting him, fighting him, wanting him worse than an ex breath, go tell, Helen spits out with no humor. This time, he sucks in a breath and pushes his baton against her thighs, forcing her legs to open even further. The air leaves Helen's lungs in a rush. Every movie he makes possessive and illegal, yet causing image after image of the two of them

fucking to play through her mind. The look on his face as he pushes inside her for the first time, the sound of his voice when those burst warm threads of seaman leave his body and enter hers. Her pussy lips aparted the breeze, kissing the stinging pleasure on her clit. Sexy cop traces a line up her thighs. The tender flesh, excruciatingly sensitive its cold surface, presses along her pussy, her nipples,

tightening her clit, swelling her body, aching from head to toe. Oh, my fucking god, and then cries out as he presses the wicked baton against her throbbing clit, the words automatic and reactive to the sin filled pleasure burning through a body. Are you going to be good? Baby? Girl? Is whisper insiduously finds its way to a clit, forcing the pleasure to grow. She gets somewhere deep inside her inner Brad shouts her rebellion. Oh, she spits out between the gas

of pleasure. Very well, He murmurs, the depth of his voice, making Helen tremble all over. He drops his bat on and there's a brief rush of airs. His hand strikes the sensitive flesh between her thighs and punishes her wanton clit with a vicious lust. Holy mother, a fucking god, and the screams as his hand stays on her clip. His skin is warm, the gentle pressure somehow heightening the

pain vibrating through her. Just as the agonizing burn begins to subside and give way to the now familiar sensation of pleasure. Helen never knew she held hot, sexy copped finger circles her clit, teasing at with the tip of his nail, her body trembling from the lust aching inside. God, she needs to come. She aches for it. She really doesn't know how much longer she can hold it off. Her clit and pussies, scream with knees wet, a rouse or streams down athighes. Her lower belly tenses and titans

with the need to climax. With his long fingers grasping her clip, then forcibly pulling it, he drags Helen's pleasure to a whole new level of need and desperation. Gone is the goody Goody. Gone is a virtuous and innocent girl raised by a Baptist preacher who had been saving herself for that one special man. Holy fuck, she cries, I'll be cut, I will I'll do anything you ask. Please just fuck me, She gasps, unable to resist her orgasm any longer Jesus. The sexy policeman utters, dragging the

zipper on her dress down, ignoring the remaining lingerie. Falling to the ground, he releases her cuffed hand. Her dress follows the lingerie, ending in a pool around her ankles. His arm falls around her, possessively, dominantly, demandingly. For the first time, Lincoln phil is body against hers as his mouth presses against her neck, biting and teasing the delicate skin, the hard erection behind his slack pressing into her ass

and making the flash of her thighs quiver viciously. Turning to face him, Helen loses herself in the intensity of his gaze and beautiful face. Heat burns deep within his gaze, a look of raw, animalistic desire etched deep in his expression. Lifting her hands in his the click of the handcuff on the upper step of the fire escape does nothing but arouse her, further bound by lust and handcuffs. Though shot by the fury of a reaction to this complete stranger,

Helen nonetheless embraces her submission completely. His fingers trace a line down her arms. She shifts uncomfortably, with desire pulsing through her body up her spine along her neck. Even her fingertips feel sensitive. Caressing the curves of her press he teases around her erect nipples, not touching them, just teasing the desire in them. Aching with lust, Helen pushes her breast forward, willing him to squeeze, to bite, to punish.

As he stares into her eyes, she can only focus on the passion flickering in his gaze and those thick lips of his, wanton and wet. Finally, his lips embrace hers. His mouth is warm with the faint trace of winter green. He bites her bottomed lips savagely, metallic taste of her own blood, stimulating her carnal desire. His finger and thumb pinch mercilessly at her nipple. But unable to scream in pleasure, Helen can only breathe his lustful breath as his tongue

presses against hers. A wildfire of pleasure moves through Helen's body. When he suddenly releases her nipple. His hands drop then grasp between her thighs, rubbing her clip with force desire, and then he thrust two fingers deep into a pussy, stretching her, massaging her, forcing her orgasm through a body, and then he stops, his lips moved from hers. What the fuck she thinks she was seconds from coming. He shoots her another sexy bend of a grin as his

fingertip caresses around her a pulsing pussy. It feels like a lover's kiss, gentle, soft, but also frustrating. He relentlessly teases over a cliit, the ache now too great to ignore. Please, then whispers, by God, let me come, not yet, not until I say, He responds, his voice authoritative and level, in absolute control. The frustrating agony in a clit is more painful than one hundred hours of spanking. It's agony, pure and simple. It's fucking unbearable, and he damn well

knows it. He grins his He watches Helen's squirm, clearly getting off on her discomfort, clearly punishing her with his dark, sadistic moves. Lost in a fog of desire and lust. Some minutes later, maybe five or hell, maybe five hours, Helen no longer knew how long he'd been teasing, taunting, and tormenting her. It felt like she'd been held on the edge of her orgasm, beyond her endurance. So was this what a sadist did to his lover? Was hot

sexy copper sexual sadist? His hand moves around her neck, and for a moment he caresses it gently, tenderly, lovingly, But all too soon the moment ends and he's grasping tightly. Helen grasps for breath. Any sensibility's vanishing in the midst of lust, her body consumed with desire, with passion, with want and need. All she knows is she needs him inside her, with all his hate and arrogance. She needs a sadistic man to take her, to control her, and

to fuck her hard. Fuck what sexy cop says. Then lowers his slacks, his cock upright hard and the tip glistening. Grasping her thigh with his free hand, he lifts her leg around his waist and thrust deep into her. At last, her lips stretched to accommodate his girth as he pushes deeper and deeper, each thrust faster and faster, furious with passion, gasping for a breath and struggling against his fingers still tight on her throat. Aze of dizziness fails Helen's mind,

and she clapses towards unconsciousness. Without warning, he releases her throat, and the rush of air fills her brain her lungs. As his fingers tweak her nipple and the other hand pinches her clit. An orgasm explodes over her body, uncontrolled, under strained, every nerve igniting in pleasure or desperately clutching pussy, forcing his orgasm to release inside her. Hot satisfaction fills her pussy and rips down her thighs as he continues to thrust until the final drops of his climax, stroking

her hair from her eyes. He watches her for a moment, then he pushes his lips against hers and kisses her tenderly, sensuously. Helen trembles as the final whist of her orgasm moves through her body. He presses his mouth against her ear, his breath hot, mintian elevated. You're so beautiful when you come. He kisses her neck gently, and Helen's body shakes from the pleasure of hot sexy CoP's lips pressed tight against her flesh and his throbbing cock that's still hard, still thick,

and still sing inside her. He takes her head between his palms, and massages her temples with the pads of his thumbs. Baby girl, clean me off every inch. He releases her handcuffs and in seconds she's dropping to her knees, obeying, submitting, and taking his throbbing cock between her lips. She slides her mouth up and down the long shaft that tastes like both their satisfaction. She kisses gently and slides her tongue up and down and over the warm, thick bulb

until she's licked away every remnant of her release. His hand reaches down to gently caress her chin and tips her head up. You have the most beautiful eyes. His voice is full of strength and confidence, every word, embracing Helen with a warmth, with an inspiration with security. Although we still have the matter of the stolen nree, Might I suggest you collect it up? Then I will take it back to happy Endings and simply say you got away. And then next week I suggest you try the Headonistic

Desire sex shop. I'll beyond duty. At the same time, he grins playfully, warming Helen from head to toe. And by the way, I think you'd look amazing and red Olt sexy cop helps her with the clothes kisses her on the nose, and then the two of them part the ways. Today has been a major first for Helen. She's done something crazy. She's done something illegal and out of bounds of sanity, even by her best friend Nicole standards.

She's also done something she never saw herself doing. She demersed herself from the pleasure, submitting to a man a stranger had never even asked her name, her hot sexy comp So I hope you like that story. I hope. I hope it touches you in all the right places. And so that's it for another Wild in bed. So that's it for this week. I'm so glad that we got into bed together this week. But for now, this is Devlin Wild saying good night and always with your

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