Damn, her cockiness was such a fucking turn-on. No one had ever made my dick as hard as she did. The torture, too much for even me to bear anymore, made me kick my jeans off the rest of the way and toss them to the floor.
“Shit,” I mumbled, remembering that I’d left my gun on the stand next to the television. I never slept without it next to me in bed or on my nightstand.
“What?” she asked in an annoyed tone.
“My gun is by the TV. I need to get it. Keep your eyes closed,” I demanded as I placed my feet on the floor and faced her bed. I’d called dibs on the bed closest to the door in case anything happened. I’d be the one to protect her. I’d step in front of a bullet before I’d let anyone hurt her.
“They’re still covered, Jimmy.” She smiled, thinking she was slick.
“Uh huh,” I said as I climbed to my feet and stretched, my front on full display for her peep show.
Her mouth parted and her tongue darted out, sweeping across her bottom lip. I wouldn’t call her out on peeking because, fuck, it was just too much fun to watch her suffer in secret.
I stalked toward the television, taking small steps until I stopped and grabbed my gun. I lifted my head, catching a glimpse of her in the mirror that hung on the wall. Her fingers were spread apart for a moment, a smile playing across her lips before she closed the gap. Maybe she knew I’d caught her, but if she did, she didn’t confess.
I walked back, my dick swaying and bobbing as it passed close enough to reach out to touch her as I gave her a full show. I wanted her to remember what I had to offer physically. She couldn’t fight it forever.
After I pulled the covers just above my waist, I said, “You can look now.” I turned off the light and flipped on the television, needing some lighting in the room. I had to keep an eye on Izzy and be able to see if anything were to happen.
She nestled in her pillow, placing her hands above her head, the sheet slipping just enough that I could almost see the pink skin that lay underneath. I silently prayed the sheet would slide an inch lower, exposing her piercings and the hard nipples that were outlined by the thin material.
“Good night,” I yawned, trying to be a gentleman. “Sweet dreams.”
“Yeah,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.
I rolled toward her, resting my hand under my pillow as I watched her. Her face illuminated by the television, shadows playing across her features, she was even more stunning at peace. She looked like a different person as she slept. Her face was softer, but I knew the bite those sexy, full lips held when she was awake.
I didn’t feel guilty for staring at her, watching her chest move up and down as her breathing slowed and grew shallow.
Would she sneak out again? The woman was more pigheaded than any other person I’d ever met. She wouldn’t risk her life…would she?
I couldn’t take the chance. I had to find a way to keep her in the room, and I knew just how I’d do it.
I waited, watching the clock and her body as she slept. I needed her to be in a deep enough sleep that small noises wouldn’t wake her. When I felt she was ready, with small snores falling from her lips, I gingerly climbed out of bed, trying to avoid the box spring creaking with my weight.
I walked quietly to the bag I had set near the end of the bed and unzipped it, listening to it snag on each tooth as I pulled it open. I grabbed my cuffs, holding them together in my palm. I stood and approached her bed, trying not to wake her.
I’d never been so thankful for a shitty, old, ’70s-style bed frame. It was perfect to attach the handcuffs to in order to keep her exactly where I wanted her. I opened the cuffs, connecting them to the bed, wincing as I closed it around the wood slat.
Her hand rested just below and in the perfect spot to quickly put them on before she’d have a chance to react. As I reached out to grab her hand, she moved and her face turned away from me. I held my breath and prayed she didn’t wake up as I stood next to her. My balls and dick were too close and at eye level. I wanted to keep them and have them intact and functioning. I didn’t need her attacking me.
I pushed down on the pillow with the metal as I slid it under her wrist. As soon as they were closed, her eyes flew open and she yanked her arm, but it stopped, held by the handcuff.
“What the fuck?” she screamed, pulling against the cuff that trapped her. “Get this shit off of me, James.”
I laughed, moving out of the way of her kicking feet. “Calm down, Izzy.”
“How the fuck can I be calm when you did this shit?” she fumed, holding up her arm and shaking her wrist.
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t sneak out again.” I shrugged and smirked. “I used the only way I knew. Thomas said to ‘use any means necessary,’” I said, making air quotes.