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.
Nadia would not be given the chance to work at escape. Nor had she really expected
had begun early that Saturday morning with Nadia awakening to 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 turn her over, spread her legs, and begin doing those wonderful things to her that so turned her on. And when he decided she was hot and bothered enough, he would shove that huge tool of his
her hands growing numb as she lay on the bound wrists. But she didn’t care.
drawn out session that had Nadia panting with lust and uttering those little cries of hers when the massive orgasm finally gripped her body and
her feel owned and loved. And she
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
not been a computer occupying his time that night. She could almost smell a woman on him, and knew he had been screwing around with some young chick from the office again. Or something he had picked one up
a stony silence on his part.
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