She caught him in her walk-in closet, but not doing what she thought he might. She thought he might be fingering her underwear, or god knows what other nasty things with it. But no.
He didn't know she was watching yet. He fingered the handcuffs, opened them up with the key, ratcheted them in, opened them up again, and then, very tentatively, he slipped his wrist in, and click by click, almost agonizingly slowly, he ratched the cuff around it. She could barely stand to watch. She had to stop this...teasing...
"David." She spoke quietly, so as to hide her arousal.
He whirled around. "Mina, I--" He knew there was no explaining this one, so he grinned and moved on. "How long have you been watching me?"
"Not very long. Only a minute or so."
"I was just..." David trailed off lamely.
"I saw what you were doing."
"I mean, I was just about to uncuff myself."
"Oh." That was not what Mina thought he was about to say. She closed her eyes, giving in to the desire. "Give me the key, David."
"That's OK, I'll do it--"
"I don't need you to do it for me, David. I want you to give me the key."
"I can't, Mina. You know I can't. I'm just too...I don't know."
"Then don't do this to me!" Mina cried.
David cowered at her. "You--you're not mad, are you?"
Mina stared at him, and then closed her eyes, leaning over the bureau. "Yes, I am mad. You...you don't know how much this means to me. I need it. It consumes me. I don't always want to be getting it somewhere else, but I love you. I can accept that you can't do it. But then don't come in here and do that to me. You knew I was home!"
David didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry."
Mina's eyes were still closed. "Yeah, well, so am I."
That night was tense. David struggled with himself to find a way to offer himself to her. Mina watched him mope around the house. It didn't help her mood any to see him this way.
"Come to bed, at least," David said, almost begging.
"I can't. I--I'm not mad at you anymore, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I can't." She grabbed a comforter off their bed and dragged it to the living room. "I'll sleep in here. It's OK." She flicked on the TV.
David watched her walk tiredly by. "I'll do it," he said suddenly.
Mina turned around and looked at him. She seemed almost...annoyed, David thought. "You'll do what?"
"It. I'll, you know, I'll let you tie me up."
Mina sighed. "It doesn't work that way. You can't just come up to me like this, and give yourself. I'm not the Red Cross. The mood and the timing--it just isn't right."
"You don't know how hard it was for me to do this," David muttered.
"Look at me, David! Do I look like I want to get hot right about now?"
David looked at her. He knew it wasn't the best time, but she could at least acknowledge the effort! How the hell was he supposed to know, anyway? It took all of him to maintain his composure and just say, "You're right, I guess. I just, I just wanted to make you feel better."
Mina softened, her shoulders slumped now. "I know. I appreciate it." She walked back to him and kissed him chastely on the lips. "I'm just a mess."
Morning made things better; so did going to work and being forced to be apart for a few hours. By dinnertime, Mina at least looked more comfortable, and David knew better than to bring up the cuffs so bluntly. It was the first time, he thought, that he ever saw, firsthand, how much it meant to her. All the other times were just her telling him how crazy she would get. Well, now he had seen it with his own eyes. And, he was amazed to realize, he was ready to do it. Not just to lure her back to bed, but to really do it. He vowed he'd show her, his way. Catch her unsuspecting.
Days went by, while David bided his time. Monday night was Mina's night, the night when she went out and...took care of her needs. He got back home early, and cleaned up the house all nice and neat. He looked into her closet, very briefly, but decided not to touch it. He sighed, and left the door just barely ajar.
When Mina came home, she was pleasantly surprised. "My god, David, the house, the dinner--you're amazing! How did you ever get this all done?"
"Well, I came home a little early."
"A little! I'll say. She walked on air around the house. "This place looks fantastic." Her eyes narrowed on him, but with a little twinkle. "Say, did you hire some cute little maid to clean up around here, plus some extra on the side?"
David tried his best to look angelic.
"Well, you better not." Mina stepped up on tippy-toes to kiss him. "I love you. But you know," she continued, looking serious now. "I'm going out tonight. I'd love to thank you personally," she added, her fingers straying coyly down to his crotch, "but it's going to have to wait. Are you sure you can wait?"
"I'll do my best, but you're not making it any easier."
"Oh man, that was awesome!" Mina cried, falling backward onto the bed. "I love shrimp. And the chilis, too. My compliments to the chef."
"I but do my humble best," David answered in mock seriousness, bowing deeply to her.
"Yeah right. You really knocked yourself out, I'll bet. What time is it?"
David knew perfectly well what time it was, but he made a motion of looking at his watch. "It's about ten to eight."
"Well. I better get ready." Mina stood up and walked toward the closet.
Now or never, David thought. He stepped quickly in front of her and barred the way. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that." He was surprised at his own firmness.
"David?" Mina looked at him curiously. "What are you doing? I just want to get in my closet."
David got bolder. "I know what you're doing, and I can't let you do it."
"Wait a minute," Mina said, chuckling, but not terribly amused. "I know what you're doing. You're upset that after all the work you did, I still want to head out. Isn't that what you're thinking?" She gave him a light shove on the chest.
"No, ma'am." But Mina thought she heard a little waver in his voice.
"Then let me in." And with that she gave David a not-so-light shove on the chest, and to her surprise the door gave way and they both fell over into the closet. In mid-fall, it occurred to David that he should have made sure that there was nothing hard and spiky for him to fall on, but happily he landed on nothing but soft carpet. Mina landed on top of him.
"Don't...please," David protested, as Mina grabbed his wrists and pinned them on the floor.
"What are you gonna do about it, huh?" Mina asked, threateningly.
"I--" David began, but Mina cut him off.
"You're gonna do nothing." She held both wrists together with one hand, and David was surprised at the strength of her grip. With her free hand, she reached into a drawer and pulled out the cuffs like she could find them in her sleep. With frightening quickness the cuffs were around his wrists, tighter than he had thought they should be. Panic suffused him for a moment.
"Ouch!" he cried out, involuntarily.
"Shut up."
"But I--"
"Shut up!" There wasn't much to attach the cuffs to, but she settled on the hooked handle for the latch to the crawlspace. "Do you want me to leave you here? Do you want to be tied and helpless in my closet while I go and have my way with every little boy in that club? Huh, do you? If not, you better do something about it, boy." David struggled to twist her off, but she was so good at staying on top. Practice, he thought grimly. He twisted a little longer for good measure, and then gave up, gasping for breath.
"That's better," Mina said, looking a little winded herself. "Now look at this." She removed her top and her bra, freeing her breasts. "You want this, don't you?" She ran her hand under them, cradling them, all the while keeping her eyes on his face, his lovely face, mocking him gently. "Feels so good." David forgot the cuffs for a second and reached out toward them, only to be wrenched back. His cock was swelling in his pants but bent downwards by Mina's weight.
"Uh uh," she said, wagging her finger at him. "Not for you. Only for me. You have to wait." She slipped her right hand into her panties and started moving her fingers round and round her clit. "Don't you wish you were in here? It's so wet and juicy. But you don't get any until I say you get some. Sit. Suffer." Mina's own words were driving her on now, and she could barely hold off for a minute before she brought herself to a crashing orgasm right on top of his cock. At the peak of her passion, her cries vanished into hoarseness for a split second--and then, with a mountainous sigh, she slumped forward onto him.
They lay there for a couple of minutes before David spoke up. "Mina?"
"Yes, David?"
"Do you think, perhaps, you could free me now?"
Mina propped her head up on her elbows, resting on David's chest. "Well," she said with exaggerated pensiveness, "I suppose I could do that. But," she continued, dragging herself up and pulling David's pants down, "I was going to do something else first." She leaned down and gave his cock a soft, breathy kiss through his underwear. "Don't you think *kiss* that you *kiss* would like that? *kiss*" Mina pulled down his underwear to free his cock, which sprung up. She stifled a laugh.
David moaned. "Well I--"
"Shut up," Mina said, but for the last time that night.
There would be plenty of other opportunities for her to say it.
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