Paige Tyler: Two Cops, a Girl and a Pair of Handcuffs

He let them dangle in front of her, a wickedly sexy grin on his handsome face. “You game, Cilla?”

The light in the living room glimmered off the cuffs and Cilla's heart skipped a beat. Oh my…

She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Hayes was looking at her with just as much interest as Reed. She turned back and looked at the handcuffs again. Could she- should she- do this? She’d never done anything this remotely kinky before in her life, especially not with two guys she’d just gotten to know in the last two hours or so. Did she honestly want to let Hayes and Reed cuff her? She gave a mental shrug. Just seconds ago, she’d been ready to hop into bed with the two of them. She still was, meaning she obviously trusted them.

But boffing two guys was quite a bit different than letting them restrain her. She remembered the way she’d shivered earlier when Reed had glanced down at her wrists as they’d bantered about him handcuffing her. At the time, the fantasy had made her pussy purr. Now that she had a chance to experience it for real, was she willing to try it?

She stared at the shiny metal handcuffs, chewing on her lower as she tried to decide. Reed must have thought she wasn’t going to go for being cuffed because he dropped his hand to put the cuffs away.

“Wait.”

Reed arched an eyebrow.

She moved a step closer to him. Behind her, she felt Hayes close the distance between their bodies. He was standing so close, she could feel the heat coming off him.

She wet her lips nervously. “I've never done anything like this. What would it…entail?”

Reed gently cupped her cheek in his free hand, his thumb brushing her lips. “It would entail total trust on your part. Trust that we wouldn't do anything you wouldn't enjoy, and that we’d stop the second you decide we're doing something you'd rather not.” He ran his thumb over her lips again, his touch so light she could barely feel it. “Is that a level of trust you can have with two men you've just met?”

Cilla gazed into Reed’s dark brown eyes and instinctively knew the answer to that question. “I trust you. I have no idea why I should-like you said, I just met you-but I do.”

Behind her, Hayes ran his fingers down her back all the way to her ass cheeks, leaving a tingle in their wake. “That’s good to hear. Because we’d never do anything you didn’t enjoy.”

Reed took one of her small hands in his large, rather rough one, then slowly and gently snapped the cuff around her wrist. The clicking sound of the locking mechanism sent a tremor straight through her.

Cilla held her breath, waiting for Reed to attach the other cuff and complete the gesture of dominance. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned her around and led her to the couch.

She was surprised to see Hayes sitting there. When had he moved? Obviously while she was entranced with his partner locking the cuff on her wrist.

Reed sat down beside Hayes with about two feet between them. Cilla frowned, trying to figure out where this was going when Reed gently, but firmly pulled her over his knee. Now she understood why he’d left one of her hands free-so she could position herself comfortably across his lap. Which she did by putting her free hand on the floor and squirming around-something Reed enjoyed, if the way his cock pulsed against her every time she moved was any indication. Speaking of cocks, the position put her face inches from the big bulge in Hayes’s trousers. She’d definitely never given a guy a blowjob in this position, but she was practically drooling as she waited for him to unzip his pants and let that big boy out.

“Comfortable?” Reed asked.

She looked at him over her shoulder. “Very.”

She actually was. In fact, she probably could have fallen asleep like this-if it wasn't for all the sexual tension going on.

Reed reached down and took possession of her free hand, then carefully brought it behind her back with the other one and locked her wrists together. Without her hand to help her keep her balances, she had no choice but to rest her cheek against Hayes's thigh, which put her on eye level with his well-endowed package. The position-and the feeling of helplessness that went with it-were pretty damn hot. She gave an experimental tug on the cuffs. Nope, she wasn't going anywhere.

The touch of Reed's hand on her ass made her jump.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t.” Well, maybe a little. But she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Don’t stop. I like it.”

He made small circles on her ass, barely grazing the skin with the tips of his fingers and making the most delicious goose bumps chase all over her body. “Did you know you have a spectacular ass?”

Cilla felt her face color at the compliment. “Thank you.”

Reed’s touch was more of a massage now and less light teasing. “And has this spectacular ass of yours ever been spanked?”

The word made her pussy damp. She didn’t know why since she’d never been spanked. But the notion of Reed’s big hand coming down over and over again on her ass had her quivering with anticipation. Abruptly realizing he was waiting for an answer, she craned her neck to look at him.

“No, it hasn’t.” She bit her lip. “Which means you'll be my first. You’ll be gentle, right?”

Both men chuckled at that.

“I promise to spank you only as hard as I have to in order for you to enjoy it,” Reed said.

Cilla tried to follow the logic of that. He hadn't said he wouldn't spank her hard, just that he wouldn't do it any harder than she enjoyed. Did Reed know more about how hard she liked to be spanked than she did? Maybe. He seemed to have experience at this spanking thing.

The sound of the first smack reached her ears before the sting spread over her ass. She gasped.

“Too hard?” Reed asked.

She quickly shook her head. “No.”

It hadn't really hurt. In fact, it wasn’t much more than a love pat. Her one-word answer must have been enough for Reed because he gave her a series of slow, firm spanks. Since she hadn’t taken off screaming at the first smack on the ass, he obviously figured he could do it a little harder.

Cilla didn't know whether to gasp or moan. The spanks stung for sure, but they also felt…well, good. She couldn't put it into words, but the sensation of Reed's big hand coming down on her ass cheeks over and over made her hot as hell. It also made her squirm like crazy.

Not that she got far with Reed holding on to her cuffed wrists. He kept her firmly in place as he seriously worked her ass cheeks, smacking first one, then the other until they felt as if they were on fire. He never struck the same place more than twice in a row, and he never spanked her harder than she could take. The sting that came with each and every smack quickly disappeared to be replaced by a flush of heat that had her pussy spasming and her panting with need.

If her wrists hadn’t been cuffed, she would have reached down and touched herself. Since she couldn’t, she decided to do the next best thing-start squirming again. Reed took his hand from her wrist and placed it on the small of her back just above her ass. The gentle pressure he applied was probably his way of letting her know he was the one in control and that he wanted her to stop wiggling around.

She tried, she really did. But it was hard not to move in rhythm to the spanks, especially when it let her rub her thighs together. It wasn't as good as using her fingers to pleasure herself, but with her hands cuffed it was the best she was going to get. Reed obviously didn’t approve. He delivered a flurry of hard smacks right to the underside of each cheek that made her squeal. However, her protests quickly turned into a string of long, low moans when Reed gently squeezed her ass with both hands. His touch made the heat spreading over her skin even more intense, and she caught her breath.