Hallway shadows stretch long. Late night. Whole building sleeps. Floorboards creak under my sneakers. Heart thumps loud. Too loud. Her door looms, number 7B. Neighbor Tracy. That freak strength. I clutch the gift box. Real cop handcuffs. Knock soft. Twice. Door cracks open. Her dark eyes pierce. Low forehead, deep sockets. Square jaw. Smiles anyway. Pulls me in. Whispers, ‘Shoulder better?’ Nod. Push box into her hands. ‘Open.’ She does. Metal gleams. Rattles faint. ‘Police issue. Unbreakable.’ Her laugh husky. Low. Grabs my shirt. Door shuts. Click. Light filters under blinds from streetlamp. Stale air. Her scent—musky, wild. Kisses hard. Tongue invades. Hands roam. My cock stirs. Hers too strong. Always. But tonight, control mine.
She strips jeans. Panties drop. Bush thick, untamed. Lies back. Wrists out. Snap. Click. Bedframe bars. Double-locked. Secure. She tests. Metal bites wood. Holds. I kneel. Spread thighs. Pussy wet already. Fingers part lips. Slick. Dip in. Tight. Grips hard. Nearly crushes. Tongue next. Lick clit. Slow circles. She bucks. Muffled growl. ‘Quiet,’ I hiss. Walls thin. Neighbors everywhere. Old Mrs. Kline next door. Snores loud usually. Hope so. Suck harder. Her hips grind face. Odor strong. Earthy. Fingers plunge. Two. Stretch. She claws air. Rattles cuffs. Bed groans. Too much noise? Freeze. Listen. Silence. Resume. Tongue flicks. Fingers curl. She tenses. Fire roars low. Body shakes. Pussy clamps. Juices flood mouth. Swallow. She pants. Eyes wild. Primal.
The Contact
Cock throbs. Need her. Climb up. She nods. ‘Fuck me. Careful.’ Tip at entrance. Push. Heat engulfs. Tight vise. Inch by inch. Balls deep. Pause. Breathe. She moans. Stuffed. Eyes roll. I thrust. Slow. Build. Slaps wet. Pussy milks. Fights control. Pulls cuffs. Bedframe creaks. Loud. Crack? Shit. Neighbors hear? Thrust harder. Her cries rise. Bite lip. Muffle. Growls deep. Animal. Sweat drips. Pace quickens. Balls slap ass. Her tits bounce. Firm. Nipples hard. Squeeze. She arches. Pussy spasms. Close. Me too. Faster. Pound. Rattle intensifies. Metal strains. Hold. ‘Come,’ she gasps. Does. Roars muffled. Walls shake? Climax hits. Pump deep. Cum floods. Rope after rope. She milks dry. Collapse. Pant.
Cuffs hold. Barely. Unhook slow. She calms. Kisses soft. ‘First time no fear.’ Dress quiet. Door opens. Hall empty. Creep out. Floor creaks. Heart hammers. Stairs down. Pass Kline’s door. Snores rumble. Safe. Key turns. My bed. Replay. Thrill lingers. Her strength. Risk. Secret safe. For now.