“Do you trust me? Or is authority on the tip of your tongue, sheriff?” I ask him, grinding against his rock-hard cock. “In this situation? Not a fucking chance, but I don’t use safe words when it comes to sex, Vixen. Do your best,” he answers as I grin. He asked for it. I take both his hands and pin them, outstretched, to his sides. I wrap one cuff around his wrist and lock it in place, tight.
