Dragon's Delight

Linked, Part 1

It was the middle of the afternoon and we both had the day off. He had proposed a nap, but I was looking for a little more. I was feeling playful, so I grabbed the "surprise" out of my purse and followed him up to the bedroom. He had already taken off his shirt and was putting on some sleep pants when I paused at the door and said, "Are you sure you're going to be needing those?"

He said, "Wha...oh, I see." I was leaning against the door frame with the handcuffs swinging from the index finger of my right hand. "Who's being punished today?" he asked with a smirk.

"That depends on who's been the naughtiest. Regardless, I'm sure you won't be needing those pants."

"You don't have to ask me twice," he said, while gleefully stripping out of his half-on pants and underwear. "May I assist you with removing your articles of clothing, madam?"

"You know I love to be served." He didn't hesitate. I love having him undress me because he kisses every inch of skin as he reveals it.

Having achieved his desire of naked me, he rubbed his hands together and asked, "Where to?"

Usually, one of us would tie the other to a door knob or the bedpost while the other went to town. We love torturing each other—typically with pleasure rather than pain. The handcuffs were a step up. I held the keys in the same hand as the cuffs and kept both away from him, not that he couldn't have gotten to them if he wanted to.

I surveyed the room. I said, "Well it's a beautiful sunny afternoon. I think it's a nice day for a dicknic!" He groaned and rolled his eyes. "I crack myself up," I said.

"Perhaps you could spread out a nice blanket—can't have any carpet burn now—and I'll go downstairs and grab a snack." Wine is a disaster waiting to happen with handcuffs, so I just went with cheese, grapes, and bottled water. When I returned, he had gotten fully into the spirit of things and had spread out our softest blanket and was lying on it on his side, with a wicked grin on his face, and looking hot as fuck.

I put the tray down on the floor, took the keys and cuffs off, motioned him over toward the dresser and clapped one cuff around his left wrist and threaded it through the metal pull plate on the bottom drawer of our very sturdy antique dresser. He extended his other wrist for me to clap the other cuff around it, but instead, I clapped the cuff around my right wrist. This was new. We had never been bound together before, and this could get interesting. Turning my back toward the dresser, with my left hand, I put the keys up on top of the dresser well within my reach. We turned our attention to the snacks, taking turns feeding each other grapes and cheese until it became increasingly apparent that he had other pursuits in mind. Then it was all logistics.

We were sitting facing each other. He was semi-hard, but not all the way there yet. I figured our repositioning would change all that. "How do you want me?" he asked.

"Behind, I think. OK with you?"

"I can definitely get behind behind!" he said enthusiastically.

"OK, how do we do this?" I thought out loud. "Let's both stand up on our knees. I need to turn my back to you, so back up a little bit." Since my right hand was cuffed, I had to have it underneath me as I turned around with my back toward him.  Then there was the matter of my legs. "We have to separate my legs."

"Oh, right. Let's see." He scooted backwards as far as he could with his left hand still cuffed to the dresser. I was trying to get my left leg on the far side of his left leg when we both just about collapsed laughing.

"Left foot blue," he said as he chuckled.

By now I had my ass up against him. Just as I expected, all that rubbing against him as I repositioned myself had him hard as a rock. We were both on all fours—well, all threes—and leaning into the dresser a bit on one side to brace ourselves where we were missing the support of the other hand. At this point, we were absolutely dripping for each other. I was losing feeling in the arm that was stretched under me, but I didn't care. "You ready?" he asked.

"So ready." Then I felt him enter me.

"Hard or gentle?"

"We're wearing handcuffs! Hard!"

"That I can do," he said, as he began to make good on his promise. When he started to take me more forcefully, he shifted most of his weight onto his right hand so he had more control. I was balanced against the dresser leaning more to my left because my right arm was trapped beneath me. It was more challenging to stay aligned this way, but it was so worth it because the different angle this gave us with me leaning slightly left and him leaning slightly right was absolutely exquisite.

"Harder," I pleaded. He gave me what I wanted, and I cried out "Oh, God!"

"It's just me, Avi!" I would've laughed except that with him slamming into me so hard every time and the pain in my arm I was distracted.

I was also very close to the edge and told him. "Just a little more, baby. I'm almost there." He growled in response, and that took me. After two more thrusts, he followed me over the edge.

I leaned into the dresser, breathing hard. He settled back into a more upright position before leaning into the dresser because his weight would've been too much for me. "Oh my God, that was so amazing!" he gasped.

"You were amazing!" I gasped in return. "I love you so much."

"And I you, love. And I you," he breathed out. "I need to sit down."

"OK," I said as I began to extricate myself. Thankfully, it was easier to get out of the position than it was to get into it. We managed with only one "Right hand green" moment, and finally we were both able to collapse with our backs against the dresser on opposite sides of the drawer handle. "I don't remember Twister being this fun."

"Me either," he said. "I have to say I like the adult version a lot better."

"Me, too." I smiled.

Once our breathing had returned to normal and we'd shared a bit of a laugh about our "dicknic," I reached for the key because my right arm was really, really hurting now. I reached up on top of the dresser with my left hand. I felt the keys, but they were a little too far for me to reach. Apparently our activities had moved them down the dresser a bit. I reached as hard and as far as I could and right when I felt them, my shaky middle finger sent them flying off the dresser, and into the air vent a couple of feet from the dresser. We both heard the ting, ting, ting of metal on metal as the keys fell down the vent where it would be impossible to get to them.

I sank back down to a sitting position, and he said, "Was that..." I closed my eyes and nodded. "Both of them?" I nodded.

"I don't care," he said. "So fucking worth it."

"So, so worth it, Avriel."