roll-on

Updated: May 6, 2025

"Yes," he said in a small voice. His heart was beating loudly. He put his glass on the end table and held out his wrists. "Look at me, Oliver." He didn't resist. He gave himself to her eyes. "Sweet," she said. She took the handcuffs from her roll-on bag and closed them on his wrists. "Stand up." She unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and shorts down to his ankles. "How sweet."

John Moncure Wetterau - O+F