With a teasing smile, I held up the handcuffs, raising my eyebrows as I met Logan’s gaze. His expression shifted, a mix of curiosity and excitement lighting up his eyes as he lifted his hands slightly, offering them up to me. Slowly, I clicked the cuffs around his wrists, watching as a playful grin spread across his face.
“Is this part of the gift, too?” he asked, his voice a bit rougher, laced with intrigue.
I nodded, leaning in close, my fingers tracing over his chest as I let my hand drift to the first button of his shirt. “I told you-you’re getting the full experience,” I whispered, brushing my lips just lightly over his cheek.
One by one, I undid each button, my hands steady as I slipped the fabric back over his shoulders, letting it fall, revealing the warmth of his skin beneath. Logan’s gaze never left mine, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken under my touch.
As the shirt slipped off his shoulders, I let my fingers trail gently over his chest, my nails barely grazing his skin. Logan’s breath hitched slightly at the sensation, his muscles tensing under my touch. I ran my nails slowly along his collarbone, down the length of his arms, savoring every inch as I moved.
His eyes darkened, his gaze locked on mine as he watched me with that mix of intrigue and heat. I leaned in, letting my lips brush just barely along his jawline, my nails tracing light, teasing patterns along his torso.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing just below his ear as I whispered, my voice soft but with a teasing edge, “Looks like you’re my prisoner now, Logan. And prisoners… well, they don’t get off so easily.”
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he tilted his head toward me, clearly interested in where this was going. I leaned even closer, letting my lips hover near his ear, my breath warm against his skin.
“You’ve been caught breaking the rules, so it looks like l’ll have to teach you a lesson,” I murmured, my tone low and playful, each word a bit slower, letting him feel the anticipation building.
His breathing deepened, and he gave me a knowing look, his voice a soft murmur. “And just what kind of punishment are we talking about, Officer?”
I gave him a mischievous smile, tilting my head as I looked him up and down. “Let’s see, shall we?” | replied, my tone playful yet firm. Slowly, I moved my hands to the waistband of his trousers, keeping my gaze locked on his. My fingers lingered, savoring the moment as I began to slide the fabric down his hips, letting it fall away and reveal the outline of his boxers beneath with his thing trying to escape from the boxers.
His gaze intensified, his breath shallow as he watched my every move, anticipation building between us. His chest rose and fell a little faster, his body tense and expectant as he stood there, hands cuffed, completely at my mercy.
I leaned in closer, my voice barely a whisper.
“Comfortable, prisoner?”
Logan’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as he tried to keep his composure. He gave me a smirk, his voice a bit unsteady as he murmured, “Comfortable enough… but you’re definitely making it hard to stay that way.”
I held his gaze, savoring the effect I had on him as his eyes searched mine, dark and filled with that familiar spark. “Good,” | whispered, letting my fingers brush against his skin, adding a bit more intensity to each touch, my movements slow and deliberate.
He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply, and when he looked at me again, there was a mix of challenge and surrender in his expression. “You know, Audrey,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation, “you might be the one playing with fire here.”
I leaned in close, my lips just a breath away from his. “Guess we’ll see if I can handle the heat.”
I move my hand closely to his boxers grabbing his dick. Logan flinch. I felt him tense under my touch, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips as I held him firmly, my fingers tracing the fabric with deliberate pressure. His eyes met mine, dark and challenging, but I could see the way his composure was beginning to falter.
I love that I kept him on trail yet not making any serious move, just watching him at my mercy.
I smirked, taking my time, letting the silence and tension between us build, each second stretching out as he watched me, completely captive. My hand traced along the fabric, teasing him, making sure every touch was just enough to keep him on edge, but not enough to satisfy him.
Logan’s breaths were shallow, his jaw clenched, and I could see the frustration starting to mix with the excitement in his eyes. I knew he wanted more, but he was determined not to give in so easily. I admired his restraint, but it only made me want to test him even more.
“What’s the matter, Logan?” I whispered, a hint of mock innocence in my tone. “You don’t seem very… relaxed.”
He let out a low laugh, though I could tell he was struggling to keep his composure. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I leaned in, letting my lips hover over his, so close they almost touched. “Maybe,” I replied, my voice soft and teasing, “but I think you are, too.”
With that, I moved my hand away, watching his reaction as I left him hanging, the anticipation in his eyes turning to mild frustration. I could tell he was right on the edge, barely holding back, but still not wanting to let me see just how much power I had over him.
Slowly, I moved my hand down to my own shirt, taking my time to unbutton it until I was completely left with a bra.
I let his gaze linger on me as I stood there, taking in his reaction. His eyes roamed over me, the anticipation and hunger clear in his expression. The power shift was tangible; he was still cuffed, completely under my control, but I could feel the way his gaze held a quiet dominance, even as he stood there at my mercy.
“Like what you see, prisoner?” I asked, my voice playful yet daring as I stepped closer, brushing my hands over his chest once again.
Logan’s breath hitched, and he managed a smirk, his voice low as he replied, “You’re not making it easy to keep quiet, Audrey.”
“Good,” I whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss just above his collarbone, my lips barely grazing his skin. Slowly, I trailed a line of kisses up his neck, feeling the heat of his body as he tensed beneath each touch. I could feel his restraint slipping as his breathing deepened, his jaw clenched.
I ran my fingers up along his chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch, before resting my hands on his shoulders. “Tell me, Logan,” I murmured, looking up into his eyes. “How much longer do you think you can hold out?”
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, there was a flicker of defiance mixed with desire. “Long enough,” he replied, his voice rough, though there was a hint of surrender there.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, letting my fingers drift lower, trailing over his skin in a slow, deliberate movement that kept him on edge. I leaned in close, my breath brushing his ear as I whispered, “Because I’m just getting started.”