Chapter 23: Boxed In
“Are you sure this is safe?” came the plaintive voice of the young woman in the box.
“Of course it is!” was the jovial assurance.
Nadia wished she could believe the cheerful tone in Matt’s utterance, but doubt nibbled at the back of her mind. After all, she was allowing herself to be made completely helpless in a manner not conducive to feeling safe.
The box was of stout wood with brass corners and two very solid looking metal hasps. On the floor next to the box lay two large padlocks, promises that once the lid was closed no one without the key would be opening it. And certainly not the woman within.
really expected to be given any kind of a
find Matt binding her wrists behind her with some of that white cotton clothesline he kept in the nightstand for just such occasions. In the morning sunlight, she lay on her stomach as he crossed her wrists behind her and began the methodical wrapping of rope that would soon make her helpless. Matt knew what he was doing with the rope; she would not be able to work her hands loose once the final knots were secured. There might be some failings about Matt as a husband, but his ability to bind a woman was not one of them. And when she found herself being bound in preparation for sex, she forgave him the times he cheated on her. So he wasn’t a perfect husband; he certainly had a knack for making her feel incredibly helpless and sexually excited. Already, even before the last knot was pulled tight, she could feel the warmth between her legs. She knew that soon he would
was that Saturday morning. Matt had made the ropes extra tight so that Nadia could feel her hands growing numb as she lay on the bound wrists. But she didn’t care.
that had Nadia panting with lust and uttering those little cries of hers when the massive orgasm
Being tied or handcuffed was nice. It made her feel owned and loved. And
bedroom and locked her ankle in a chain, the other end of which was firmly locked to the leg of the bed. She settled back on the soft mattress to wait for whatever he was planning. There was little else she could do with her wrists handcuffed behind her, and the chain securing
he had picked one up at a bar. Nadia sighed. Matt made a lot of money and was a great lover. But in the two years since the wedding, his eye had been wandering to other women. And other parts of him had been wandering, too. He made little attempt to hide his cheating, seeming to consider it a man’s prerogative to screw
bitter words on Nadia’s part and a stony silence on
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