What You Believe

I got changed into something a little more appropriate and less revealing as I thought about the guy that was handcuffed in my kitchen. I slipped on my black skinny jeans, a grey baggy jumper and a pair of knee high boots before walking into the kitchen as I tied my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head.
“So why are you in my house?” I looked over at him as I warmed the coffee pot up holding a cup up to him silently asking him if he wanted one.
“2 sugars and no milk please.” He spoke quietly as he watched me fill up the mug. “I stay here from time to time. I and my girlfriend often have arguments so I come here when that happens. I prefer the dark and when the realtor shows people round he often doesn’t show them the basement. He’s not shown anyone round for a while that’s why I thought no one had moved in.” He looked me in the eye as I slid the coffee over to him, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Well I moved from England so he didn’t show me around.” I nodded. “What was your argument about?” I asked sipping my coffee watching him as he shrugged.
“Her inability to accept me for me.” He looked over at me a small smirk on his lips as I eyed him from over the top of my cup.
“Sounds rough. Maybe you should I don’t know end it?” I laughed as it was the most obvious answer.
“The sex is good though.” He laughed, causing me to sputter a little on my hot brew, him taking a gulp of his own. “This is good coffee.” He held up as if congratulating me, causing me to laugh. There was something so candid about this guy that was having an unbelievable effect on my emotions. “So now that I’ve told you all my life story any chance you could you know uncuff me mistress.” He smirked as I went bright red realising he was still attached to the chair.
“I suppose so.” I went over to my purse bending over to reach for the keys in my bag as I could feel his eyes on me. “Are you staring at my ass?” I laughed straightening up walking over to him as he nodded.
“It looked good.” He smirked as he span a little on the chair so he was sitting directly in front of me as I fumbled around with the key trying to get it in the lock. “How can a pretty girl like you have a pair of cuffs? Have a habit do we?” He smirked leaning forward slightly so I could feel his breath against my cheek.
“I’m a police officer.” I smirked looking up at him, most guys looking shocked but not this one, his smirk seemed to grow.
“I’ve never had a police officer.” He whispered again, this time his breath on my neck causing me to cough sharply. “Opps.” He smirked as the handcuff clanked against the chair once I’d undone it.

I’d barely moved back before he had grabbed me pulling me in between his legs and kissing me deeply. I slid my hands up to his chest trying to push him off a little, not sure whether or not I actually wanted him to move or not.
“What the hell?” I said moving back as he licked his lips looking at me.
“Oh come on your telling me that if we were out in a club and you saw me you wouldn’t come home with me, officer?” He smirked standing up walking over to me as he yanked my hips towards him kissing me again. We stumbled about a bit before he finally directed out of the kitchen and towards the front room. Pushing me over the arm of the sofa before following me down, he was quickly resting in between my legs; his hands roaming over my body before sliding up my arms holding my wrist above my head with one hand whilst his other worked its way down to undo the button that was keeping the tight jeans up. I stroked around the waist band of them before fumbling around with his button and mine, kicking them off himself and sliding down me to take them off with proper attention. Next thing to go was his Misfits top and my jumper leaving me in just my black lace bra and matching high wasted knickers and him in his baggy boxers. He kissed his way up my chest, stopping to pay attention to the lace detail that covered my modesty, before kissing up my neck hovering over the sweet spot where your jugular is and heading up to my lips.
“Someone was expecting fun.” He commented on my lips that were starting to swell as he stroked the precariously placed bow on the front of my knickers, causing me to breathe out his name. It didn’t take him long to get fed up with the teasing and next thing I knew he was shedding the rest of our clothes, leaning up on his arm to look down at my now naked self. “Oh la la officer.” He smirked as he leant down to kiss my left breast causing my chest to heave upwards.
“Lydia.” I breathed out as he bit down, leaving a mark on the flesh.
“Well Lydia the sight is certainly making me grateful your power went out.” He winked as he thrusted into me quickly.

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