Chapter 193 Cuffs

• “God, dam baby girl.” He takes a deep breath. “You fucking meant it when you said you’d torture me.” His eyes meet mine. “Because that mouth, those hips. These cuff’s…” His hands tug at them once more. “Now that’s torture.”
• I giggle as I crawl upwards and un-cuffs him. His wrist are red from tugging so much, but I think he realized how hard he was tugging when his brain was somewhere else entirely. “I’m sorry.” I say as I rub his wrist.
• “Don’t be. I wanted it. I fucking loved it.” He looks at his wrists. “I didn’t realize I was even doing it. I so use to grabbing you. Touching you. Holding you that my brain forgot my hands were preoccupied.” He laughs as he sits up and pulls me against him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m done with you yet baby girl.”