Cuff Me, Officer!

by Daniella Divine

  I remembered a doctor once telling me that dehydration was a factor in causing cramp. Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t drunk much except coffee in the last couple of days. And coffee is a diuretic, so it makes the problem worse. I figured I needed a glass of water, so I tip-toed down to the kitchen. As I crept down the stairs, I could hear a rumbling sound coming from Rhett’s bedroom. He was snoring like a foghorn. At least his troubles weren’t keeping him awake at night.

  Downstairs, I flicked on the light and hobbled across the kitchen, my leg still a little sore. I had no idea where Rhett kept his glasses, but I knew where to find a mug. I took one off the mug tree, filled it with water and drank it quickly. Then I washed the mug and put it back on the tree. I was glad to notice that Rhett’s gun was no longer hanging there. I had found that a bit scary. But the handcuffs were still hanging on the wall.

  Handcuffs? They got me thinking

  I had read Fifty Shades of Grey a few months back, when I was down in Florida visiting my friend Ramona (see Episode #8). That had triggered some interest in the whole bondage thing, but I had never had a chance to try it all out. And now here I was with a pair of handcuffs right in front of me, and the handcuffs key sitting on the window sill.

  Maybe it was one of those things that are just meant to be. I picked up the handcuffs and examined them closely. Then I got the key, and tried closing and opening them. It all seemed simple enough. I found I could even put the handcuffs on my wrists and undo them myself with the key. Too easy.

  I wondered if Rhett and Olivia had enjoyed any fun with all his kinky police gear. It sounded like it could be a riot. I could just imagine it…

  Oooh, cuff me, officer! I’ve been a naughty girl…

  These things could be cool. Would Rhett mind if I borrowed them for half an hour or so to try them out? I couldn’t see why he should.

  Anyway, he wouldn’t know. I would put them back before breakfast.

  I sneaked back up the stairs with my new trophies and crept back into the spare bedroom. After closing the door, I flicked on the bedside light. I slipped off my T-shirt and stood nude in front of the dressing table with the handcuffs held to my chest.

  It did look rather sexy. I imagined myself as the girl on the cover of one of those erotica eBooks – you know; the type you download onto your Kindle when no-one is looking. And don’t try and pretend you never do, you snooty bitch, or else you wouldn’t be reading this, would you?

  Exactly.

  Anyway, there I was – stark naked and thinking that I quite liked the bondage look. I put the cuffs on my wrist and laid the key on the dressing table. Then I balanced on the dressing stool with my butt in the air and my boobs sticking out, and checked myself out in the mirror.

  Hot!

  You wouldn’t even have to be kinky to find that look sexy. It just looked so raunchy. But I thought the cuffed-from-behind look would be even better. So picked up the key, uncuffed myself and moved my hands behind my back. I managed to get the cuffs on, and edged my butt towards the dressing table to put the key down. The trouble was, working from behind your back is harder than it looks, and I misjudged the distance. The key fell off the edge of the dresser and bounced on the floorboards. I looked down just in time to see it land a few inches away, then roll into a crack between the boards.

  A second later it was gone.

  Oh, fuck!

  I knelt down on the floor and peered through the crack. There was nothing but empty space. So now I was totally nude in a strange man’s house, with my hands cuffed behind my back. This was not a good situation. But I figured I could probably get the cuffs off without a key. I spent what seemed like an hour struggling to slip my hands through the cuffs, but of course, it was a complete waste of time. If it was that easy, criminals would be hopping out of custody all over the place. My wrists were sore now, and I was getting very cold. There was no heating in this room, and in the small hours of the morning, Canadian houses get pretty damn cold. I would have to do something or I would freeze.

  Then I thought of a cunning plan.

  Rhett must have a spare key, I thought. And it would probably be in one of the pockets of his uniform. So all I had to do was get into his closet, and rummage through his pockets until I found it.

  Great plan, huh?

  However, even I could see two incy, wincy obstacles to my scheme. First of all, going through Rhett’s pockets with my hands behind my back would be a bit tricky. But I was sure I could do it. The other obstacle was having to creep through Rhett’s bedroom while he was sleeping.

  Could I do that?

  Of course! When you are a shameless sexaholic, you learn all kinds of useful skills. I have many years’ experience of creeping out of bedrooms at night, usually after some guy’s wife had come home unexpectedly early. My usual procedure was to hide in the closet until the bitch had gone to sleep, and then sneak out. I had done that several times.

  This time, I would be doing it in reverse, that’s all – creeping in to the closet, instead of creeping out. And I already knew that Rhett was fast asleep and snoring. Too easy.

  A few minutes later, I was peeking my head around Rhett’s door. I could see him lying on the bed fast asleep, embracing a pillow as if it was a woman. Poor guy. And he was still snoring like a trooper. This was going to be a piece of cake. I tip-toed into the room, the bare floorboards cold against my feet. Once my eyes had adjusted to the gloom, there was enough moonlight coming through the windows for me to get my bearings. There were two other doorways in the room. Looking through the one closest to me, I could see the silhouette of a shower stall. So that meant the other doorway must be the closet. Of course, Murphy’s Law dictated that it had to be on the far side of the room.

  I edged carefully across the floorboards, taking baby steps and watching where I was putting my feet. I didn’t want to step on a cat or something, and sound the alarm. I made good progress. I had managed to get three quarters of the way across the room before it all went wrong.

  A floorboard squeaked under my foot.

  Not a loud squeak, you understand – just a tiny one. But it was enough. Rhett was awake in an instant. Police instincts, I guess. In a fraction of a second, he was out of bed and on his feet. He spread his legs shoulder width apart, and raised his arms to point at me. With a shock, I realized he was holding his gun.

  ‘Freeze!’ he shouted.

  ‘Don’t shoot!’ I screamed.

  There was a pause, and then Rhett lowered the gun. ‘Angel?’

  He flicked on a bedside light and I was surprised to see he was wearing pajamas patterned with the logo of the New York Police Department. He stared at me open mouthed. ‘What the fuck? I thought you were a burglar.’

  I have had a few embarrassing moments in my life, but this one was right up there in the top five. Did I feel stupid or what? There I was, standing in the middle of a policeman’s bedroom, stark naked with my hands cuffed behind my back.

  I mean, you couldn’t make this stuff up, could you?

  Rhett was doing that I’m-with-a-dangerous-lunatic voice again. ‘Angel, can you please tell me what is going on?’

  ‘I can explain.’

  ‘I’m looking forward to it. This has got to be good.’

  ‘I didn’t mean this to happen. It was an accident.’

  ‘I’m glad to hear it. I can’t wait to hear how you are going to explain it.’

  As I told Rhett what had happened, I realized that I wasn’t the only one in an awkward predicament. Rhett’s NYPD pajamas weren’t doing a good job of keeping their one and only prisoner in custody. His dick was bulging upwards, creating a tent shape in his pajama bottoms.

  I gave him a knowing look. ‘Before I say anything else, maybe you should put your weapon down.’

  ‘Oh, of course.’ Rhett laid his gun on the nightstand.

  ‘No, Rhett. I wasn’t talking about that weapon. I was talking about that weapon.’

  I nodded at the growing bulge in his pants
and Rhett whimpered an apology.

  ‘You’re right. I’m sorry, Angel…but hell, you do look hot! I haven’t had a woman in my bedroom for over a year. And even before that, Olivia would never let me look at her naked with the lights on.’

  I gave him a smile. ‘That’s no problem, Rhett. I knew you must have needs. Every guy does. Maybe you could get your spare key and slip these cuffs off me, and we could do something about it.’

  Rhett adjusted his pajama bottoms so that he was more comfortable. ‘Well, there are two problems there, Angel. First of all, I don’t have a spare key here.’

  ‘You don’t? Oh, hell. And what’s the second problem?’

  ‘The second problem is that I rather like looking at you with the cuffs on, to be honest. I always fancied trying something a little bit – you know – kinky. But Olivia wouldn’t do it. It was straight sex or nothing with her.’

  I was beginning to see where this was going. I stepped a little closer to Rhett, giving him a good view of what was on offer.

  ‘So what you’re telling me is that you haven’t had sex for over a year…’

  ‘For fourteen months, two weeks, three days and nineteen hours…’

  ‘Oh, you’ve been counting. And you’ve never, ever had the chance to try a little kink?’

  Rhett swallowed. ‘That’s about it.’

  ‘It’s never too late to start, Rhett.’

  ‘I can’t. I told you – I’m a one-woman man.’

  ‘No. You used to be a one-woman man. But it doesn’t have to stay that way forever. I think it is time for you to move on, don’t you? After all, you only live once.’

  Rhett looked over at the photo of his wife on the nightstand. ‘What about Olivia?’

  I edged over to the nightstand and turned so that I could lay the photo face down. ‘What she doesn’t see, she won’t mind about, will she? Come on, Rhett. You know what someone said to me earlier today? Everybody has to sometimes break the rules.’

  I walked over to the bed and climbed up. I lay my head down on the mattress and pointed my butt in the air, giving Rhett a view of my pink oasis. I stretched my cuffed hands out, behind me.

  ‘Come over here, officer. This naughty girl needs to be taken into custody. But she won’t go quietly. You’d better bring your big weapon to subdue her with. She needs a strong man to force her into submission.’

  Rhett hesitated for a few seconds, clearly torn between his sense of loyalty on the one hand, and pure sexual need on the other.

  Sexual need won.

  Rhett was behind me in a moment, bending down and kissing my butt cheeks.

  ‘Oh, God…I really need this,’ Rhett muttered breathlessly. ‘Angel, are you sure this is OK. I promised not to touch you remember?’

  ‘Rhett, I want you to touch me. In fact, I need you to touch me. These cuffs are really turning me on.’

  ‘Me, too.’ Rhett’s voice was a little muffled now. That was because his face was right between my bum cheeks and licking greedily at my ladies’ parts. He sure was hungry. I could tell that he was making up for fourteen months, two weeks, three days and nineteen hours of fuck-free time. I have never felt so desired or so wanted in all my life. And the sensation was just glorious. It seemed so strange to be constrained, forced into submission. But I liked the feeling of being dominated by a man. I guess it’s something instinctive that even fifty years of women’s lib can’t rub out of the female psyche. There is something that just feels right about letting a man take control. Anastasia Steele was right, even if her inner goddess does need a good whipping (pun intended). I quite liked this kinky stuff.

  I heard something land on the bed beside me, and saw that it was Rhett’s pajama top, closely followed by the bottoms. I knew what was coming next, and I tensed myself ready for the big moment. And it was big, too – Rhett’s cock, that is. I felt my labia being forced apart as he thrust his way inside. I was wet enough to let him in easily, and I relaxed my body ready to enjoy the goods he wanted to deliver.

  ‘Oh my God,’ Rhett exclaimed. ‘I wish I hadn’t waited so long for this. I had forgotten just how amazing it feels to be inside a woman. Angel, I am so glad you’re here.’

  ‘Me too, Officer Hartwell. Now show me what you do to naughty girls who break the rules. I’m ready to be punished.’

  That got him going. Rhett started to piston inside me, fucking me roughly and making me judder with sheer sexual release. He slipped one hand between my wrists and took hold of the handcuffs, pulling my arms backwards as he took me from behind. I liked it, I liked it a lot. I could have lain there and enjoyed his pounding for hours. But I didn’t get the chance. After a couple of minutes, I felt Rhett’s body tense inside me. He gave a loud grunt, and then ejaculated. I spread my legs so that he could come deep inside me. When it was all over, Rhett relaxed and lay on the bed beside me.

  ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to finish so quickly. But it’s been so long, I couldn’t control myself.’

  ‘No problem. The night is still young get. Now let me show you what I can do.’

  I slid down the bed to Rhett’s crotch and let my face touch his balls. I stretched out my tongue and began to lick them. It seemed strange not having the use of my hands – more like bobbing for apples at Halloween than making love. But the scent of sex was heady and arousing, our primal juices mixed in a heavenly cocktail that got me going and ready for more. I could say the same for Rhett. It didn’t take long for his dick to recover from round one. Soon he had an impressive erection, and I was able to slide my tongue along his shaft and up to the throbbing head. I took it into my mouth and rolled my tongue around the tip. Rhett reached out to fondle my butt as I did so.

  ‘Oh, Angel…that is awesome. Olivia would never do that for me.’

  I took his dick out of my mouth in surprise. ‘Really? You mean you’ve never had a blow job before?’

  ‘Nope. Like I said. I was a one-woman man, until now. Olivia was the only woman I ever slept with, and she didn’t like anything except straight missionary. She came from a religious family. They taught her everything else was sinful.’

  Oh boy, that was criminal. ‘Better make up for lost time, then.’

  ‘Yeah, like you said – you only live once.’

  I slipped his dick into my mouth, and sucked until it was rock hard. I could tell that Rhett was ready to fuck again, and that was just fine by me. I hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and I felt I was missing out a bit. I lay back on the bed and allowed Rhett to slide on top of me. He entered me easily and I gasped as his first stroke took me right up to the hilt.

  ‘It won’t be as quick this time, I promise,’ he said.

  Rhett was as good as his word. This time, he was slower and more relaxed, enjoying pleasuring his woman rather than just fulfilling his own sexual need. I liked having him in control, deciding how long he would take to bring me to a climax. But the moment inevitably came, and it was a toe curler, forcing me to dig my fingernails into the bed as the tremors of ecstasy pulsed through me. I could feel endorphins flooding through every inch of my body. But Rhett hadn’t finished yet. He continued to buck within me, kissing me on the lips and cheek, and grasping at my butt as he continued to pile drive inside me.

  That night, we enjoyed a night of passion more intense than any I can remember. Rhett had a ball, trying out all the sexual positions he had never indulged in before. We explored cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning, various forms of doggy and a whole lot of others. When Rhett finally came for the second time, were both exhausted and the sheets were wet with sweat.

  Rhett found one of Olivia’s old bobby pins, and managed to remove the cuffs without much difficulty. So I was able to snuggle up and put my arms around him, relaxing into the sleep of the well and truly fucked.

  ***

  When I awoke the next morning, it was to the sound of hammering. I blinked my eyes open and looked at the bedside clock. It said 11:48.

  11.48 am? I had slept the whole morning away! But then
it had been one hell of a night, and we hadn’t gone to sleep until nearly dawn. There was no sign of Rhett. I crawled out of bed and stepped over to the window to see who was making all the noise. There was a pickup truck at the top of the drive, and next to it I saw some guy hammering a sign into the ground near the gate. The sign said:

  FOR SALE

  Huh?

  I went over to my room, showered and got dressed. Then I went downstairs in search of Rhett. There was no sign of him in the house, but there was something different about the place. It took me a moment to realize what it was. And then it struck me. Most of the photos of Olivia had gone. There were empty picture hooks all over the house.

  I eventually found Rhett in the garage. The hood of the Rocket was up, and he was tinkering with the engine. He smiled when he saw me.

  ‘Hey, sleeping beauty finally awakes! I thought you were going to sleep for a hundred years…’

  I strolled over and kissed him on the lips. ‘Yeah, well if you remember, the reason Sleeping Beauty fell asleep was something to do with getting a prick she hadn’t expected.’

  Rhett grinned. ‘Well, I don’t remember her complaining. Anyway, the Rocket is ready for interstellar travel again. I’ve fixed everything up and put new tires on. You’re fully legal now, and a whole lot safer. I filled the tank with gas, too. I don’t want you running out of fuel on the freeway.’

  ‘Wow! Thanks. How much do I owe you for that?’

  ‘Let’s call it quits. Last night you showed me how to live again, and that is worth far more than a few auto parts.’

  ‘Thanks, I appreciate it. But what’s with the ‘For Sale’ sign going up outside?’

  Rhett dropped the hood of the Rocket and brushed his hands. ‘Like I said, you showed me how to live again. You reminded me that you only live once, and you have to make the most of it. I’m selling up, and going back to Florida. There’s nothing for me here now that Olivia is gone. I’m going to quit the police department and open a business repairing boats down in the Keys. I’ve got some insurance money to get me started.’