Disclaimer and Notes This is a work of fiction, a work of fanfiction. It is a very AU story set in the world of Plum.

I take no credit for the writing, nor have I done an editing. I do have permission of the authors to post it.

It was conceived and created by two awesome writers who were incredible collaborators. Kevan and Marilyn (aka Ranger Hunters) were decades long friends and their evil imaginations created a number of stories that have been enjoyed here and on the now defunct Yahoo Groups.

Sadly we lost Marilyn in early June of 2020. She had suffered with a chronic illness for a number of years.

This story has slash (MM), open relationships, strong language and imagery. It is not for the feint of heart.

Additionally, this story was prompted by the idea of handcuffs. That will be the overriding theme to this piece. This is multi-chapter and the goal will be to post consistently until complete.

And now, I present to you

If Hancuffs Could Talk

Installment 1

by Marilyn (Ranger Hunters) and Kevin

Time Out Toy (Steph)

Two steps into the bedroom, I stopped in my tracks not believing what I saw. Shaking my head and blinking my eyes didn't help. Geez, I only had one drink at the bar. I couldn't be drunk enough to hallucinate. I tried it again, leaving my eyes closed longer this time and shaking my head harder. Nope. Still there.

Lester was on the floor, naked, sitting back on his heels with his knees spread apart, hands cuffed behind his neck. His body gleamed, as if it had been oiled. He was facing the bed, so I could only see him in profile from where I stood.

"What the—" Words failed me. That doesn't happen often but give me a break. It's not every day you walk into a room and find a naked man kneeling on the floor. A naked man with a seriously nice body. Handcuffed. I walked forward until I could take in the complete picture.

Okay, my error. Technically he wasn't naked but what he was wearing baffled me. It looked like a black leather jock strap with the front part composed of woven straps that resembled a net. Silver studs dotted the straps, and there was a small silver lock through a ring set in the precise middle of the front, hanging above his…well, his…uhm, well, his equipment. A heavy choke chain circled his neck. As I ran my eyes over his body, Lester grinned at me but said nothing.

Ranger had evidently heard me because he walked in the room. He looked at Lester, crossed his arms over his chest, and cocked his head to one side. "Lester is in a time out. Ignore him."

He prowled toward me, taking my hand and leading me toward the bed. Still stunned, I followed but stumbled because I couldn't tear my eyes away from Lester and fell against Ranger's shoulder.

"Careful, Babe."

He caught me and turned us so that my back was to Lester. Cupping my face with both hands, he kissed me and then began teasing me, mingling kisses, licks, and little nips down my neck. At first, I couldn't concentrate on what he was doing. I was too aware of Lester behind me, doubtless watching. But by the time Ranger reached my collarbone I forgot about Lester, or I ceased to care. Or my brain melted as it frequently did when I was this close to Ranger. I moaned and began rubbing my body against his. What this man could do to me…

I'd thought Morelli was good in bed. Joe is a single copy of Sex for Dummies. Ranger is the freaking Library of Congress.

Cool air hit me as Ranger pulled away and sat down on the edge of the bed. He leaned back on his elbows and gave me the full, predatory, wolf smile that always produced a shivery, skittery feeling low in my abdomen. I looked at him, head to toe, and the shivery, skittery feeling amped up a notch or three. He was worth looking at. In the few minutes since we arrived at his place, he had somehow managed to change into black leather pants that fit like a second skin and loosed his hair so that it brushed his shoulders. Tousled, as if he'd just run his fingers through it. A thin braided-leather choker circled his neck, a silver dragon-shaped pendant hanging from it rested in the hollow of his throat. Dark eyes molten.

"Strip for me, Babe."

I was still wearing the outfit from tonight's distraction job. Fire engine red dress—spaghetti straps, low on the top and short on the bottom—with four-inch heels, and barely there underwear. Necklace, earrings, and wide cuff bracelets completed the outfit.

Deep breath. I could do this. I liked stripping for him, watching his eyes darken as I teased him, watching his arousal grow until he put an end to the game by dragging me to the bed. Or a table. Or the floor. Or up against a wall. When Ranger wanted sex, he didn't seem to care where we were—or what position we ended up in. Horizontal. Vertical. Sideways. Upside down. Diagonal. Origami.

Where to start? My hand halfway to a shoulder strap, I froze, remembering we weren't alone. I bit my lower lip and looked back over my shoulder at Lester who looked back at me, his expression neutral. "Uhm…why is Lester here?"

"That's where I want him."

That was helpful—not. "Is he going to stay there?" My horizons had broadened considerably since I'd started sleeping with Ranger, but I wasn't sure I was up for spectator sex.

"Strip."

His voice was deeper, seductive, commanding. I recognized the change in pitch and what it meant. This wasn't Street Ranger, or Corporate Ranger, or Helpful Friend Ranger, or Henry Higgins Ranger. This was the dark, sexual, dominant male that I'd come to know over the past months. The man who had done things to me that I was pretty sure weren't even in the Kama Sutra. This was the man who, if I didn't strip as he'd commanded, would tie me up and strip me himself. He'd done it before. I shivered. That might be fun. I had already discovered just how erotic it was to be tied up by Ranger.

Taking a deep breath, I went for it. I stripped for Ranger, making every movement slow and erotic, never breaking eye contact with him. I started with the dress, peeling it from my body slowly, bending and turning so he got a good look at my ass. I knew my ass and my legs looked awesome with me in four-inch heels—and I knew he liked it. His eyes darkened even further, the bulge in his pants grew larger, and his breathing got deeper, slower. Yeah, he liked this. I liked the power I had over him—the power to produce this reaction in this controlled, dominant man.

When I was down to panties and shoes, I heard a noise behind me, something between a growl and a moan. Shit! I had forgotten about Lester again. I froze, one hand cupping a breast, the other with two fingers beneath the elastic of my panties, stroking myself.

Ranger's eyes shifted, narrowing and focusing behind me.

The silence in the room was so intense it would have required a really big, really sharp machete to cut it.

Just when I thought I would scream to relieve the tension, Ranger moved.

He stood, grabbed my hand from my breast and pulled me across the room to where a cheekily grinning Lester still knelt.

"Change of plans, Babe." He cocked his head to one side again, studying Lester. "Time out isn't working."

Lester was looking at the floor and I was trying without success to understand why I was standing in front of him in nothing but panties and fuck-me pumps. And why Ranger was okay with it. And why I wasn't grabbing my clothes and running.

Ranger tugged my hand again and I followed him to his Toy Chest. At least that's what I called it. Ranger's Toy Chest. Capital letters. When we first started sleeping with each other, I'd been stunned to discover that Ranger liked his sex with an edge—okay more than an edge—of kink and pain, or the dark side of D&S as he'd explained to me. So not in my experience. Ranger educated me and now a lot of it turned me on. The Toy Chest contained a lot of things—chains, whips, clamps. It contained things I had no idea what they were or how they were used. Much of the contents I hadn't even seen yet. Wasn't sure I was ready to see.

He opened the doors of the chest. "Lester is now your toy, Babe. Have fun."

My mouth dropped open. Was he really telling me to—? With another man? With Lester?

"Might start with these. His nipples are sensitive."

Snapping my mouth shut, I looked down at what he had just handed me. Nipple clamps with short, weighted chains attached. I shivered, remembering the first time he'd used them on me. My own nipples hardened.

Ranger stroked my erect nipples. "Like seeing that." He pinched them lightly then walked over and sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, his fingers laced behind his head. His smile was wicked. "Playtime."

Wow! For a minute I couldn't move. My brain was not functioning. I was in Ranger's bedroom wearing nothing but sky-high FMPs and thong panties, holding nipple clamps, and Ranger, looking like the god of sex, was telling me to play with Lester. I was pretty sure it wasn't my birthday, Christmas, or any other day you get presents, and I knew I hadn't won the lottery, but at the moment it felt like all of them at once.

I turned. Looked at Lester. Hmmm…this could be fun. I walked a full circle around him, running through various ideas of where to start, moving the nipple clamps from one hand to the other. Considering options. Sensitive nipples, huh? How did Ranger know that? Probably better to save that question for another day.

I cataloged each scar, stroking my hand over each one, admiring the sculpted definition of his body. Was there a rule that said all of Ranger's men were required to have awesome bodies? Was it a 'must have' on the job application? If so, it definitely got my vote. The black jock strap drew my eye. I saw there was a second lock on the back strap that I'd missed before. Interesting.

"What's with the jock strap?"

Ranger chuckled, managing to make it sound dark and dangerous rather than mirthful. "Chastity belt."

I know my mouth fell open again. Did I hear right? Chastity belt? For a guy? I looked at Ranger who gave me his usual lip twitch of a smile. I mean, medieval times and princesses and castles and knights and stuff, but today? Hmmm… Guess it's time for another D&S lesson.

Lester's ass fascinated me. So, I have a thing for guy's asses. Shoot me. I bent over behind him and ran my hand underneath the strap that led down between his legs, intending to cup his balls, but after a few inches the strap wouldn't move. Something was holding it to his body. Lester pulled away and grunted. I looked back to Ranger.

"Butt plug. He's not housebroken yet." Ranger said easily.

I didn't know whether to laugh or not, and I was so not ready to deal with the reality of a butt plug. I opted for moving on.

Yeah, definitely start with the nipples. I knelt in front of Lester, running a hand over his chest and shoulders and upper abdominals, carefully avoiding touching or going lower than the black leather strap that circled his hips. Definitely avoiding the leather net that confined his man parts. I avoided making eye contact with Lester as I examined him, feeling self-conscious, but when I brushed my hand over his nipples I wanted to see his reaction. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. I wasn't disappointed in his reaction.

Lester sucked in a breath and I felt his muscles tense. His eyes dilated. He looked wary though.

I grinned at him, then leaned forward until I could lick one of his nipples. That elicited a gasp and a flinch. I followed up with another lick, then blew across the hardened bud. He gasped again but didn't flinch this time. Hmmm… I bit his nipple, holding it with my teeth while I licked and sucked on it.

That did it. Lester jerked as if hit by a cattle prod and hissed. So, he liked a bit of pain too, just like Ranger. Excellent. I knew where this game was going now—and I was the one in charge wearing the striped shirt. Well, figuratively speaking.

Alternating between nipples, biting and licking and sucking, I soon had Lester shivering, his eyes locked on my mouth and tongue. When I attached the nipple clamps and tightened them, he moaned and leaned into my hands. Oh yeah, this was fun! I turned to see Ranger's reaction when Lester surprised me by leaning forward and licking one of my nipples.

"He might need obedience lessons too, Babe."

Obedience lessons. I whipped back around and narrowed my eyes, my graze falling on the choke chain around his neck. That would work. I stood up and hooked a finger through the large link at the end and took up the slack. "Lester," I said in the sultriest voice I could manage. I waited until he looked at me then licked my lips and tightened the chain link-by-link, enjoying the soft chink-chink-chink of the links as they slid against each other. "My toys don't lick my breasts. Or any other part of my body unless I tell them to." I tightened it further, watching as he started to have trouble drawing in enough air. "Never." Another link. "Understand?" Lester was really struggling now, his whole body tensed, every muscle corded, but he never looked away from me, never lost eye contact. I couldn't quite define what I saw in his eyes. Pain? Arousal?

I put a finger under his chin, lifting it up further and digging my fingernail in. "Do we have an understanding?"

He didn't respond and I tightened another link. "Lester?"

No response.

I placed one foot on his thigh, pressing down hard with my stiletto heel.

No response.

Another link.

I feared I might choke him out and was trying to come up with a way that didn't involve that but also didn't involve me backing down.

He nodded.

Reluctantly—having that power over someone was intoxicating—I relaxed my grip and the chain loosened. Lester gasped for breath, chest heaving. I added a none-too-gentle jerk on the weights hanging from the nipple clamps and was rewarded with a low moan of pain as his eyelids closed and his groin thrust forward. I cupped his cheek and placed a gentle kiss on it, loving how he leaned into my palm.

Ranger was right. This dominance thing is fun.

I sashayed back to the toy chest, adding extra slink in my stride, knowing Ranger was watching, and opened a drawer. Closed it and opened another. And another. Looking for something that I recognized, something that looked like fun. So many toys to choose from…

At last, I selected what looked like a baby whip, about eighteen inches long made of lots of suede strips tied to a handle. It had a loop on the handle that I slipped over my wrist. I drug it across the palm of my other hand then ran my fingers through the strips. Liking the feel, I drug it over other parts of my body. It felt sensual. Arousing. Definitely arousing. Parts of me were getting turned on and wet.

Sauntering back to Lester, I trailed the suede strips across his shoulders and arms, and was rewarded with a twitch. I brushed them lower, over his back and his ass and the soles of his feet. No reaction. Hmmm. How about the front? I tried trailing my new toy over my new toy's stomach and abs but again that earned me no reaction. Puzzled—the suede strips felt arousing caressing my skin—I turned to look at Ranger, hoping for a clue.

Ranger arched one eyebrow and seemed to be amused.

As I tried to puzzle that out, Lester bit my ass.

I yelped, whirled back, and slashed the baby whip across Lester's chest before I had a chance to fully process what happened.

Lester hissed and looked directly at me. Then the bastard licked his lips!

I slashed him again. And again. The jerk! Stepped to the side and slashed him twice more. Each time he emitted a guttural noise that couldn't quite be called a groan.

All at once, Ranger's arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand caught my wrist and stopped me slashing the baby whip over Lester's body. Without a word, he shifted me until I was standing directly in front of Lester, facing him, nearly touching. I gulped. My crotch was right in Lester's face. The arm around my waist slid lower, splayed hand coming to rest against my abdomen, holding me in place. Ranger's other arm slid around my other side, higher, and he stroked my breast while nipping at my neck.

My anger at Lester melted away, replaced with apprehension. Justified, as it turned out, when Ranger pushed my panties down until they pooled around my ankles and told me to step out of them.

"Put your right foot on his thigh," he instructed.

Double gulp. What was Ranger's game now? He hadn't lied when he said he would broaden my horizons, and I was enjoying the trip, but he still scared me because I wasn't sure there were any limits to Ranger's horizons.

I complied but not without blushing crimson. I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to see how my most intimate parts were exposed to Lester or what his expression was.

Ranger continued to fondle my breast, playing with the nipple, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, my body responded. I felt myself getting wet. Felt that low level humming, tingling sensation wash through me. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning.

"Lester, permission granted."

What—? That was as far as I got on wondering what Ranger meant when I felt something between my legs, parting my labia, something probing against my clitoris. Startled, I looked down. Lester! Lester was tonguing me!

It shocked me enough that I snapped out of my Ranger-induced haze. I started to hyper-ventilate and tried to pull away but Ranger held me immobile.

"Relax," he breathed next to my ear. "He's good at this. Enjoy."

Lester's tongue caressed me and, despite myself, I shivered. His teeth nipped ever so gently, followed by his lips and tongue soothing the tiny flash of pain. Ranger continued to tease my breast and trail his own nips and kisses along my shoulder and neck, while his other hand held me pressed back against his hips. I could feel the hard length of his arousal.

Part of me insisted I should be shocked. I should be ashamed, no mortified. I should be screaming and running for the door. No way should I be standing here allowing this to happen. That part of me was fast losing the argument with my hormones which were finding the attention—and sensations—beyond delicious.

I stared down at Lester, embarrassment turning to fascination as I watched his tongue doing things that felt sinfully good. As usual, Ranger read my mind.

"Watch, Babe. Watch what he's doing to you. Enjoy it with your mind as well as your body."

Who was I to argue? Besides, Ranger was right. Lester was good at this. Very good.

I placed a hand on Ranger's wrist where he continued to tease and caress and torment my breast, and the other on Lester's head, my fingers tangling in his hair and brushing against the handcuffs that restrained his hands. Oh, gods, did he ever know what he was doing! Major skill level.

Worry about what I was doing fled. Right, wrong, and proper followed worry out of my mind. Forget thought; my brain melted. Everything narrowed to what these two incredibly sexy men were doing to me.

Lifting my hand from Lester, I ran it over Ranger's that remained low on my abdomen then lifted it further to knead my other breast. My head fell back against Ranger's shoulder and I moaned. I could feel a massive orgasm in my immediate future and I wanted it.

Without warning, Ranger had both hands on my hips as he stepped back and pulled me with him. Off-balance, I stumbled and would have fallen on my face if I hadn't managed to catch myself by grabbing onto Lester's shoulders. I had a moment to register the loss of Lester's magic tongue before Ranger entered me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, but Lester's lips were there, covering mine, his tongue plunging in to mate with mine. I could taste myself on him as I greedily returned the kiss. I could feel the smooth leather of Ranger's pants and the sharp edges of his zipper against my ass as he slammed into me, taking me hard, rough.

And I got my massive orgasm. Electricity shot through me. Wave after wave of raw, primal pleasure.

I was still gasping, my body shuddering with aftershocks when Ranger pulled out of me, jerked me upright, and pushed me toward the bathroom.

"Shower," he commanded in a hoarse voice.

In my FMPs and with the aftereffects of an orgasm of Mount Vesuvius proportions running through me, I stumbled to the bathroom door. Clutching it for support, I looked back. Still sporting an erection, Ranger hauled Lester to his feet by the choke chain, looking furious. Lester, in turn, looked smug, satisfied, and challenging. For a man with his hands still cuffed behind his neck, who probably couldn't breathe, and had no way to defend himself, it seemed suicidal.

I wobbled further into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Attention: Denial Land. Express inbound: one severely oversexed, satisfied, majorly confused, and out-of-her-depth Wonder Woman.

The shower was a marvel. They should write books about it. Erect monuments to it. Marble-tiled, large enough for a family of eight, with multiple shower heads and—best of all—hot water in less than a minute. Unlimited hot water.

Shutting my mental door on what was happening back in the bedroom, I stepped in and let the stream and heat envelop me.

A hand touched my ass and I shrieked. I hadn't heard Ranger enter the bathroom or open the shower door.

"We have unfinished business."

He pressed against me, pushing me back to the wall, caging me with his arms. I could feel him, still hard, against my abdomen.

"Uhm…" I hesitated to ask, not wanting to anger him but needing to know what happened. "Lester still in time out?" Actually, I wondered if he was still alive.

"Put him in a crate, Babe."

I was almost sure he was joking but then again Ranger didn't joke so maybe he had put Lester in a dog crate to continue his 'time out'—or maybe he had put him in a crate bound for a third world country. He was capable of doing either one.

Ranger started kissing me—deep drugging kisses that made my knees weak.

Just before I surrendered, and my mind melted again, he whispered close to my ear.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to teach you how to use that flogger."

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