Handcuffed by My Rich Boyfriend on Valentine's Day

Jordan takes his girlfriend Jessica out for a Valentine's dinner, but she won't stop teasing him. ''Anymore of this,'' he says, ''and I'm going to take you home and chain you to the bed...'' Jessica's never been tied up before, let alone handcuffed. But the idea excites and thrills her. She pushes Jordan until takes her home, and when they're there, he spanks her, gives her oral, and makes her blow him — before impregnating her on the bedroom floor. Handcuffed and entirely submissive, Jessica loves every moment of her extra-special Valentines day dinner...

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‘’Jordan, I don’t want to talk about this here…’’

‘’Jessica, baby. What’s wrong with here?’’

‘’It’s a—, Jordan... It’s a fancy restaurant. I feel so self-conscious...’’

‘’You look beautiful, Jessica.’’ He said and touched her leg beneath the table.

The restaurant was a modern chic. Classy and vibrant. Spacious and well-lit. Servers between every table, donned in serving suits; and the bar was full of laughing couples. It was hard not to be in a good mood in here, so Jordan knew Jessica’s hesitation was just antics — a tease to lure him in... and it was working. The heat coming off of Jessica’s leg alone was incredible.

Jessica looked down at her leg and bit her lip — then looked back at Jordan through her dark eyelashes. She was gorgeous. A stunning blonde. 5’8’’ in heels and made of curves; packed in a tight red dress. Him touching her leg had taken her off-guard. She reached for his hand and stroked his knuckles affectionately and re-considered the offer.

It was an attractive idea. The thought of being handcuffed, touched, explored. Her rich fiancé’s hands all over her, able to do nothing but enjoy the experience.

‘’Imagine how sexy you’d look… how good you would feel… the actual experience of it.’’ Jordan playfully outlined.

‘’Jordan…’’ She whined.

‘’I could touch you anywhere and you wouldn’t be able to stop me. Along your lips. Over your shoulders. Down your back. Between your legs.’’

Jessica folded her legs suddenly and then brought her shoulders inwards. ‘’You’re turning me on, stop it.’’ She playfully threw her napkin across the table at Jordan and smiled secretively, and so did he. He was smiling wonderfully, honestly. Jordan was incredibly handsome, especially when he was enjoying himself — especially when he was enjoying himself.

The waiter stopped by with wine. ‘’Is everything all right Sir, Madam?’’ He presented the wine bottle to the both of them. Not too subtly, either.

‘’Yes. We’re perfectly fine. My fiancé is just having trouble making up her mind.’’ Jordan imparted and Jessica pouted at Jordan from across the table.

‘’Perhaps I can be of assistance, Sir. The monkfish in chili and lime is a very attractive option this evening…’’

The waiter talked about the menu, or something, while Jordan thought about handcuffing Jessica to a light fixture. Jessica stared into Jordan’ eyes as he looked at her, and knew exactly what he was doing. It made her feel both anxious and excited. She slipped her pretty white teeth along the curve of her lower-lip and then looked around, before lifting a dainty, nylon-dressed foot out of her pretty black shoe, and then tucked her foot in between Jordan’s legs. Her eyelashes quivered when she felt how hard he was. Was this what the thought of tying her up did to him? It was a turn on for her. He wasn’t just hard. He was rock hard. Ready to climb across the table and take her there and then.

Jessica continued sliding her foot over the erection as the waiter read the specials, and when she felt the shaft jump beneath her foot, she suddenly interrupted the waiter — unable to contain herself any longer.

‘’Excuse me.’’ Her voice rocked.

The waiter stopped and looked at her expectantly, ‘’... Yes Madam?’’

‘’I’m afraid we’ll have to take our food to go. My future husband and I have to catch a cab.’’

‘’... Certainly, Miss. But what will you be ordering?’ The waiter asked.

‘’Why don’t you decide for us,’’ Jordan said to the waiter. Jordan then got up and tipped him upfront. The waiter took the bill, looked at it, and then straightened up immediately. ‘’Yes Sir.’’ He said and walked away to make their order.

Jordan came around the table and slid his hands along his fiancé’s shoulders. She melted into the seat and put her head against his chest, the blonde ringlets of her hair clinging to her heavy eyelashes. Her small breasts quivered softly in her red dress. He came down and whispered into her ear:

‘’Does this mean you’ve reconsidered my offer?’’

She nodded slowly and seductively, then turned her wrists over in her lap and brought her fingers into the centers of her palms and squeezed them there softly. ‘’Cuff me — Sir.’’ She said, then parted her lips suggestively for a kiss.

Jordan kissed her roughly — right there in the middle of the restaurant. She wilted into the kiss and dropped her shoulders, then stood up when he stood her up, walked out when he walked her out, and got into a cab without hesitation — all with a fragile little look in her eyes.

She knew she was about to be rushed home, tied up somehow, and taken by her fiancé for the first time (absent control.) The thought excited Jessica and scared her, too. But it also pulled her into a state of submissiveness where she knew she could rest at ease, knowing she was safe in the hands of her dominant.

When Jordan got into the cab beside her, she leaned into him a little and put her head on his shoulder and stared up into his eyes. He stared back at her for the entire cab ride home, the food positioned between them prickling at their senses — promising chilli and lime and garlic after the hot and heady sex, and making them both giggle at one another as Jordan rubbed her shoulder and she rubbed his thigh. Something soulful played on the radio, and Jordan talked about what he was going to do to her, except only in innuendos and extended metaphors. He was trying to make the cab driver look over his shoulder, and before the car pulled up outside their downtown apartment, he’d succeeded in doing so — twice.

‘’Give him a couple big ones, Jordan.’’ Jessica said as she shut the car door and made her way up the steps of the apartment. (not into this? check out my other free stories here on Vocal!)

Jordan scoffed but laughed, then offered the cabbie a couple twenty dollar bills. Afterwards, he chased his fiancé up the steps and caught her in the door. She spun around and they kissed as the cab drove off, and then Jordan pushed her playfully down the hall and shut the door behind them.

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