Drew had told Kelly all about his run in with Dean the night before. She had listened. Her eyes had slowly moved away from his and down to the floor. She was embarrassed. It was clear that what Dean had said was the truth. He had done those things to her again and again, and she had let him.

Drew didn't see it exactly that way. He knew her. He knew the real her. He knew the real person that Dean had manipulated and broken down. She wasn't that person anymore but the memories were still there. She had locked them away and never spoken about them. He wished she would open up somehow. That had led him to try another tactic.

"Hi, treasure," he said.

She looked up from her tablet. She pulled out the headphones as he walked over to the bed. He loved having her in his bed. They didn't live together yet but they visited each other often on their days off. Mostly she came to his house because she loved it there. When they were on the road, they always shared a hotel room.

"What are you watching?" He asked.
"Orange is the new black," she answered.
"Is it important?" He asked.

She twisted a little smile and placed the tablet on the nightstand. Clearly that was a no to his question. He climbed up on the bed, sat back on his knees and looked at her.

"What are you hiding behind your back?" She asked.
"These," he answered.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Her facial expression changed fast. He didn't like what he was seeing.

"No, it's not like that," he said.

He quickly crawled up and kissed her.

"I want you to put me in them," he said.
"What?" She asked.

He laid down on his back and handed her the handcuffs.

"Put me in them and do what you want with me," he said.

He lifted his hands above his head. She looked at his hands, then down at the handcuffs, then back at his hands.

"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yes," he smiled.

She moved around to sit on her knees. The cold metal closed around one of his wrists. She looked in his eyes and he nodded. She moved the chain around one of the bars in the headboard, and then the metal closed around his other wrist. He tried yanking a bit on the handcuffs but he was stuck.

"Are you okay? Are they too tight?" She asked.
"It's perfect," he grinned. "I'm all yours."

She looked at him for a few seconds and then a smile slowly spread on her face. She stood up, placed a foot on either side of his hips and started swaying while undressing slowly. He couldn't believe it. She was giving him a slow striptease. He wanted to reach up and touch her but he couldn't. All he could do was lie there and watch her in all her naked glory.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked.
"Fuck, yes!" He groaned. "I'm so hard that it hurts."
"I can tell," she smirked.

She sat down on his thighs and rubbed her palm over his briefs. He groaned even louder.

"Don't tease," he said.
"Say please," she said.
"Don't tease, please," he said.

She grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. She moved downwards, pulling the briefs with her as she went. A few seconds later they landed on the floor. Her hands slid up his thighs as she moved upwards again. She blew her breath over his hard dick and he nearly lost it.

"Fuck!" He almost yelled. "You're one wicked woman. Touch me, please. It hurts so bad. I want... No, I need you to touch me. Please, Kelly. I need your hand on my dick right now. I'm fucking dying here."

The naughty smirk came back on her face. She was enjoying holding the power. He could tell. And he was enjoying giving it to her. Her hand closed around his dick. She started stroking him painfully slow. He groaned again, both in frustration and in pleasure. She leaned down and ran her tongue over the head.

"Fuck!" He prolonged the word. "Damn you, temptress!"

Another lick over his head and he groaned again. If his hands hadn't been cuffed, he would have grabbed her, thrown her on her back and fucked her brains out.

"What is this?" She asked.

She licked the head once again. Her question confused him.

"It's my dick," he said.
"I know that, but who does it belong to?" She asked.
"Oh," he grinned. "You. It belongs to you."
"That's right. This is my dick," she said. "Say it!"
"It's your dick. You can do whatever you want with it," he said. "But please, just do something. You're killing me here."
"Patience, sweetie," she said.

Her tongue ran down his shaft and back up as slow as it possibly could. This was torture. Sweet, sweet torture. Her eyes glistened as they settled on his again. She crawled up his body like a lioness stalking her prey. She grabbed his dick, slid down on it and started riding him. He tilted his head back as much as he could while letting out sounds he never knew he could make during sex.

"This is mine!" She grabbed his jaw. "This is my dick! You got that? Mine! If any woman even looks at you, I'll fuck you in front of her just to stake my claim. You got that?"
"It's yours," he smirked. "Only yours."
"Mine!" She growled.
"All of it is yours. I'm yours," he said.

He never knew it could be such a turn on having her in such a controlling and demanding position but he loved experiencing her like that. He was ready to give her anything she wanted. If she wanted him to beg, he'd beg until he was blue in the face.

"Your dick is mine. Your cum is mine," She said "Are you gonna give me your cum?"
"Soon," he panted.

He was trying to hold back just long enough for her to cum first. She was right there. He could feel it. She let go of his jaw, ran her nails down his chest and came in a loud cry. He followed right after, cumming loudly as well. She collapsed down on his chest and just laid there for a few seconds before raising her head with a smile and releasing him from the handcuffs. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

"Thank you," she said.
"Did you like it?" He smirked.
"Like you even gotta ask," she chuckled. "I liked being in control. I feel like... I don't know how to put it. Like I finally took back something I never wanted to give away in the first place."
"That was the idea," he said. "I was so nervous. I didn't think I would get this turned on by it."
"So I can do it again?" She grinned.

He rolled them around so he was on top of her. He placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it.

"Every once in a while we can bring them out to play," he said.
"I don't wanna be in them," she said.
"I know," he smiled reassuringly. "Just me. And I'm gonna love it everytime."

He kissed her again before taking in those beautiful eyes once again.

"Move in with me," he said.
"For real?" She asked.
"For real," he answered. "You're always here anyway. Move in with me. Make me the happiest man on earth."
"I'd love to," she said. "But we should probably talk first. Get everything with Dean out of the way."
"Only if you're ready to," he said.
"I am," she smiled. "Okay, go grab us something to drink. I'll tell you everything."

He smiled back and stepped out of the bed. He turned around on the spot, leaned over her and gave her a heartfelt kiss

"I love you, treasure," he said. "So fucking much."
"I love you too, sweetie," she said.
"Water or juice?" He asked.
"Juice," she giggled. "Orange if you have it."
"Of course I have orange juice," he giggled back. "I know how you hate apple juice."