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I managed to part my eyelids enough to see him grab something out of the black box.
The light behind the blinds was blue, indicating it still wasn't daybreak outside. Hadn't I just gone to bed.
The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact. I clutched at the couch cushion, but my nails just scraped the plush material.
Maybe I'd left some cash. I couldn't remember.
There's no nice way to put this. You were a rebound fuck, Dirk.
There were soft clicking sounds while he spun the numbers on the lock and when the latch released. He lifted the lid and held up a set of metal handcuffs, putting the box on top of the ottoman.