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handcuffs, Jonathan Black took out two more. 
    Four sets...
    He slid a finger into all four and lifted them, showing me my punishment.
    “This is to keep you in one spot,” Jonathan said.  “This will help you learn, maybe even save your life.”
    Oh, how Jonathan was right, but neither one of us knew it at that point.  Then again, it was Jonathan Black, he could have known anything. 
    He started with my wrists, my right wrist then my left.  He cuffed me tighter than he normally did, making any sort of movement almost impossible.  If I did try to move, it hurt.  Like hell.
    My eyes were wide open, eager to watch Jonathan cuff my ankles to the bed.  He had other plans...
    Jonathan dangled the handcuffs, a pair in each hand, over my body.  I watched the large silver circles slowly twisting left to right, almost taunting me. 
    “You won’t ever go against my orders again, will you?” he asked.
    I looked at him, knowing my eyes were lying.  “I won’t.”
    “You will,” he said, “because you like this.  You like the thrill.  The risk.  The power of the moment.”
    He lowered his left hand, letting the handcuff touch my lips.  They were room temperature.  I opened my mouth and let my tongue taste the steel.  I curled my tongue and let go quick enough so the cuffs could swing.
    Jonathan groaned and moved the cuffs down, letting the handcuffs touch at my shoulders.  As he moved down, I took a deep breath and thrust my chest up in the air.  I watched as the handcuffs worked down my breasts right to my nipples. 
    Shit, I should have known he was going to my nipples.
    How couldn’t he?  They were rock hard and desperate.
    He slid the handcuffs over my nipples, the steel cuffs slicing against my sensitive erect nipples.  It hurt but I moaned. 
    “Oh, you like that?” Jonathan asked.
    I didn’t nod.  I didn’t shake my head.  I just stared at him, letting my heavy breathing do all the talking. 
    He pulled the cuffs back up along my nipples again.  This time it hurt just as much but now I expected the pain.  It created a throb of pleasure.  Jonathan repeated the move, needing to go back over my nipples to continue his descent down my body. 
    My breasts were left aching for more of Jonathan.  He slid the handcuffs down my stomach, making my breathing turned erratic.  Once he reached near my sex, he paused, considering his next move.  My legs were wide open, ready for whatever he had to deliver. 
    His right hand moved down my left leg, the handcuffs sliding along.  I looked to my left leg just as Jonathan allowed the other set of handcuffs to drop between my legs. 
    The steel against my wet folds made me cry out. 
    Then in a move of pure torture, Jonathan began to twist his wrist, making the handcuffs twist.  The cuff against my pussy moved in circles, starting slow then moving faster.  Constantly tapping my skin, teasing my clitoris, making my body want to explode.
    “Mr. Black... please...”
    “Shh,” Jonathan said. 
    His right hand was now at my foot.  He then placed the handcuffs that were between my legs against my body, one cuff touching my mound, the other resting against  my sex.  His concentration went to my ankle, which he cuffed to the bed.  Then he repeated the move, leaving my entire body dangling between orgasmic pleasure and physical need.
    I never needed something or someone so bad in my entire life.
    Once I was cuffed - wrists and ankles - Jonathan took a step back from the bed and folded his arms. 
    “There, now you can’t move.”
    With that said, Jonathan adjusted his tie and made a move towards the bedroom door.
    I was shocked.  So shocked, I took a gasp of air and that was it.  All I had to offer.
    As Jonathan stood at the door, he looked over his shoulder.  “Now, I can leave in peace.  You’ll stay, won’t you, Isabella Grace?”

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    I stayed, because I had to.  And even if the cuffs weren’t on me, I’d stay.  I learned my lesson by