Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Kristin was exceeding Everett's expectations in every way. She was hot, had a killer body, and apparently was not only horny, but kinky as well. She was a marvelous find, and her teasing response to his question about cuffing her sent a surge of hot desire through his body, causing his already hard cock to twitch in his jeans. Of course, the question caused her to abandon her efforts to unbuckle his pants and free that straining rod, but Everett was patient. He knew his cock would come out to play shortly, and with Kristin in an even more delicious position than merely on his lap. I know you're a bad girl, and bad girls around these parts need to get punished, growled back Everett, grabbing her wrists in one hand and yanking them straight up in the air over her head, so her breasts were pulled up and pushed together slightly. Holding her by an ass cheek, he leaned her back and lowered his face between her soft mounds, burying his mouth in the valley of her breasts and nuzzling deeply. Even with her tank top still on, it was a delicious feeling, and he slowly worked his way up her neck, using his mouth to lick and suck the soft skin of her throat. He ended his teasing with another slap of her rear and then released her wrists, grabbing her firmly by the ass with both hands now. Let's hope I don't discover that you are a dirty slut, those get the stiffest penalty. Everett's eyes were sill twinkling at his joke when he grabbed Kristin by her firm rear and stood, lifting her up with him. She was a light load for his muscled arms and he just started walking with her, headed towards the master bedroom, while giving her non-stop, hungry and sucking kisses. Kicking the door open wide, he carried her into the room and unceremoniously tossed the girl onto the King sized bed. Again, the bedroom was clean, well decorated, and very much in harmony style wise with the rest of the house. Everett, despite his messy pickup truck, seemed to have good taste. Don't move, you are under arrest, the brown haired man said, pointing a finger at Kristin and giving her a stern look. He went to his dresser and rummaged in the drawers, searching for handcuffs. It took him a couple attempts, making him curse in frustration, before he finally found a pair. There was a big smile on his face as he spun and lifted his hand high, the metal cuffs swinging on one of his fingers. Striding over to Kristin on the bed, her reached down and pulled her onto her knees in front of him, hands dropping to seize the bottom of her tank top as he kissed her again. He broke the kiss only to pull her tank top off, leaving her in just her bra and her jean shorts. I'm going to have to do a search, you know, everywhere. Keeping an easy, playful grin, Everett took one of Kristin's slender wrists and slapped a cuff around it with a loud, metallic snick. He touched her chin gently, fingertip tracing her lips, and then her reached back and grabbed a handful of her long, black hair. Getting a firm grip by the base of her skull, he pulled downward, forcing her chin up roughly in counterpoint. He studied her for a second, eyes blazing and intense, before an evil grin came to his face. Suddenly, he gave her hair a savage tug, twisting her backwards and face down onto the bed. Before she could even react, he leapt onto the bed and straddled her ass, pinning her down. With his strength, he easily pulled both her arms behind her, cuffing the other wrist to the first. In a flash, she was helpless, both arms cuffed behind her back as his bodyweight rested on her rear. Sometimes a cop's got to get a little rough, you know, I hope you don't mind, Everett murmured, leaning down over her bound form to slowly lick her ear. His blue eyes were intense now, breathing coming quicker as he started to look hungry, almost panting with excitement at Kristin's posiition. His teeth seized her earlobe and he gave it a tug, hard enough to cause her pain. Dirty sluts need to be shown how to respect the law, after all.