Handcuffs Near Me Novels & Stories

Still, I sit, leaning my weight towards the edge of the chair, then relaxing when I find it sturdy enough. “Put your hands on the table where I can see them.” On this table? No thanks. Still, I flatten my palms, skin crawling as wet dust clings to my skin. Lucas moves into view and something clatters onto the table, missing my fingers by a mere inch. Handcuffs. “Put them on.” I lift my palms off the table, freezing when I hear his gun safety flick off. “You've got to be fucking kidding me.” “I'm not letting a suspect move around in my house,” His jaw grits, “put them on, or I'll put a hole in your smug face.”

But my eyes were focused on the shelves. Along the left wall, polished steel handcuffs lined with thick black velvet hung from minimalist brass pegs. Right beside them, slender leather whips and heavy, lacquered wooden canes were arranged neatly by size, looking more like museum pieces than instruments of pain. On the central glass counter sat a row of folded silk blindfolds in deep jewel tones, stacked right next to amber dropper bottles of organic lubricants that looked like luxury face serums.

My face got hot at the thought, and I shook my head quickly. Snap out of it. And then I saw something shiny. A glint of silver caught my eye, and I turned my head slowly. Hanging from a small hook inside the closet was a pair of metal handcuffs. Real ones. I stared. My first thought was: Why the hell does my step-uncle have handcuffs in his closet? My second thought was: What kind of freaky things is he into? My cheeks turned red, but I couldn't stop staring. My heart started to race. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched them. They were cold and heavier than I expected. I lifted them off the hook and turned them over in my hands.

"I don't think… I'll be needing these anytime soon." Wendy completely ignored what Sharon said and excitedly began introducing the various items and how to use them. "This pair of handcuffs is made from a special material. Even if you wear them, they won't hurt your wrists. Whether it's you or Thomas, you can both wear them safely. "These stockings are easier to tear. You know what I mean… "The bell can be worn on an anklet. And this blindfold…" Wendy grinned. "With role-playing, it'll really set the mood."

‘Is it true that you carry handcuffs and a truncheon? He fumbled at his belt and produced a leather pouch from which he took a pair of manacles. 'Here you are, and here’s my truncheon.’ That too was in a special pocket, about the same size as the solid rod she could see lying thick and inflated under his dark-blue trousers. ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be handcuffed,’ she murmured, the tip of her pink tongue wetting her lips. ‘Could I try?’ Sweat broke out on Harvey’s brow beneath the short haircut. His control snapped. ‘Arms behind your back!’ he ordered in that terse, clipped tone he used when apprehending malcontents.

Paetyn’s eyes widen upon seeing the two items in my hand and she wriggles on the spot, clenching her thighs together as her heated emerald eyes stay locked on me. With two easy steps, I’m kneeling on the mattress beside Paetyn’s head. I grip her right wrist and pull it toward the anchor attached to the wooden headboard. The handcuffs are metal but black fur lines the inside for comfort. Sliding the handcuff through the anchor, I secure one side around her wrist before reaching for the other and securing that one.

I can't have that. Jace reached into his back pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs "Looks like you'll need these" He said handing me the cuffs. I raised a brow "You just carry handcuffs in your back pocket?" I asked taking the shiny pair "Never know when you'll need them" Jace replied with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

“In fact, I am in such a good mood that I think we will have dinner outside.” My eyes widened. “Really?” “Of course, but I have to take precaution. I can’t just let you go out now, especially not with what has happened. I’ll need to make sure you are by my side at all times.” I nodded, desperate to at least get out. “Anything you want.” He took out a pair of handcuffs from inside the bag. They weren’t silver, thankfully, they looked like they had been hand made from iron. “You’ll have to wear this.”

“Alright. Here we are. Take your pick and let me know if you need help with anything else." The attendant left and I was left to stare in awe at the handcuff collection in front of me. I flushed an even deeper red as I picked one up. “This is going to take a while…”

The one that said, Be back soon. Most people put notes on pillows, nightstands, or counters. Ryder obviously thought it was a better idea to stick it to my head. Joy oh joy. Or, it could have something to do with the handcuff wrapped around my wrist and attaching me to the headboard of the bed. Or, it could be the second sticky note stuck onto the headboard next to handcuffs that read, Don't go anywhere . . . Where the hell am I going to go when he's handcuffed me to the damn bed?