Freedom in Chains

by Ann Raina

  She scraped her nails from his hips down his buttocks. He cried out, but the stimulation with her tongue helped him cross and ignore the pain. Panting became moaning again, and he swallowed dryly, absorbed in the game, eagerly waiting for more. "Lie still," she demanded.

  "That's impossible." His voice was breathy, strained.

  She saw his arm muscles tense as he fought the restraints. "Lie still, or I stop."

  "Goodness…no, don't stop." He strained to meet her order. His buttocks clenched, and he could not help but to lift them when she swallowed his length. She pressed down his hips, so not wishing for him to thrust upward. Deep throating him while he used strength like a bull was not to her taste. "Teeth…God, please, use your teeth on me."

  Kyra withdrew. Slow, painfully slow. He whimpered. She took away her hands. He lifted his head, afraid suddenly. She knew it without seeing his eyes. He would plead. He would promise her everything if she made him come.

  "Don't play it so hard, Kyra, please, no."

  She waited. His whole body tensed to reach out for her. All muscles on his belly, chest, arms, and legs. It was like a show in an arena full of bodybuilders. Everyone tries to bring out the best of him. Kyra watched his useless struggle. She was wet between her legs and her jeans had a dark spot in the middle. The fight was even better than using a whip on him.

  "Kyra, are you still there? Please, untie me! I can't stand that! Please!"

  Gently, as if not really meaning to touch him, her fingers caressed his left foot. She stroked the instep then took his big toe in her mouth.

  He gasped. His spine bowed, he thrust back his head, his mouth open. "Oh, God…"

  She sucked his toe while her thumb massaged the sole. Julian whimpered and bit his lower lip. Again she let her hands travel his legs. He shivered with every inch she moved forward to his crotch. "Be quiet," she whispered, and he literally clenched his teeth to keep him from begging. Her hands rested on his hips as she went down to him. Kissing him. Licking him, long and soft, making him squirm and shiver all over. Her hand formed a ring around his base, the barest of touches, and it crazed him. He tore at the rope holding his arms.

  "Kyra, no more! No more teasing!"

  "Beg me." Her voice sounded strange. Deeper and richer than usual. She placed light kisses on his balls and Julian was close to screaming.

  He took a deep breath and let it out in a shudder of unrestrained desire. "Please, Kyra, go down on me. Go down hard and don't stop. Please."

  He said it all over again, quietly, submissively, while she smiled to herself. With her hands placed firmly on his hipbones, she swallowed him again. Julian suppressed a scream, but rocked upward. She groped for the second strap to go over his hipbones--there was no way she could hold him and do him at the same time. She pulled the strap as tight as it would go, squeezing his flesh. Julian was beyond caring, beyond feeling pain. Bound so tight that he could not harm her she felt at ease to take him in her mouth, play her tongue around the length and slowly, irresistibly pull him toward his own little heaven. Her fingers worked the base, her lips the tip, and when she thought him almost up the clouds she ran her teeth down on the soft skin. And up again with her hand stroking hard enough to push him into the cloud and through it. She brought him harder than before. His face contorted with strain and release at the same time. All of his muscles tensed and then, suddenly, relaxed.

  Kyra made a soft wow he could not hear. He did not hear anything beyond the thundering of his heart, she bet. His chest heaved as if he had bench pressed a car and his breathing was loud and raspy. His body shook with the aftermath of the orgasm. She put a hand on his thigh and smiled at the shiver that ran up and down his leg. She stepped out from between his legs and undid the straps. He did not move. He could not move. She watched him swallow.

  He turned his head when he heard her approach. "That was damn mean. Goodness, I thought I'd burst out of my skin."

  "That would've been a mess," she stated dryly and opened the rope.

  He pulled back his arms, wincing over and again. "Why didn't you let me touch you? Just for once? I would so very much like to touch you."

  "You're so far from getting there." She brought the chair back to its former position. "Up with you."

  "I don't know if I can."

  "Then you've got to crawl."

  "You'd like to see that, hmm?"

  "If you do that I take you to the kennel for the night."

  He lifted his head, testing if she was serious. "You're not into that part of the game, are you?"

  "Don't you think it's better not to test it?"

  "Okay. The handcuffs?"

  "They stay. Get your ass up, Julian. Into the bathroom."

  Julian straightened out. Kyra stood close to him, her eyes on his crotch. The ball divider was a nice accessory. On the way out she took the chastity device from the shelf.

  Sunday was definitely looking up.

  CHAPTER 13

  She took off the blindfold in the bathroom. He blinked and looked at her, trying to give her a typical male grin and failing. She knew it was hard to try for smut if you had just begged a woman to make you come. "No whip this time, but punishment nevertheless."

  He flexed his hands. "I just get back some life in them."

  "Get into the tub."

  "You want to shower with me?"

  That was an idea she had not had before. "Only with your hands behind your back."

  He gave her the you're-kidding-look. "That was not on my mind."

  "I know. Your choice." She mocked him. Frustrated him. Tempted him. "I can see what you want, Julian. I can feel what you want. It's almost jumping from your skin in bold letters. Admit that you want to see me naked."

  "Don't think you're that attractive," he replied, shaking his head, a half smile curling his lips.

  Kyra had a smut grin on her face and put her hands on her hips. She could see and smell how much she aroused him, even though she had just granted him release. He was just a man, and men do not go for the exhausted exit when another door leads to sex. "Okay, then, let me take off the handcuffs so that you can shower. I guess I vote for a cup of tea and a good book on the couch." She pulled the key from her jeans pocket.

  He sighed and went down on his knees. "All right, you got me. You got me. You win. I abase myself and tell you that I want to see you. Do what you want with me."

  "That's quite a U-turn."

  "Yes, mock me." He raised his hands. "Tie me up like you want to."

  She refrained from asking if he was sure. After all, he had almost collapsed in the garage. She pulled his hands on his back and closed the handcuff again.

  "I could use my teeth to undress you," he offered, and that manly grin was back.

  Kyra looked down in his face. He blinked. Rapidly. Giving her a puppy look that appeared misplaced in the clean-cut face. There was no holding back. She laughed herself silly and needed a moment to catch her breath.

  "I'm on my knees and you laugh at me," he complained, triggering another outburst.

  "Sorry, Julian, sorry." She giggled. Hormones, those bastards, again. Slowly, teasing him as best as she could, she took off her jeans, socks and, even slower, the shirt.

  "Nice," he said, licking his lower lip. "Do you usually shower with bra and panties?"

  "No." It was a long, teasing word and she opened her bra right in front of his face. She had shapely breasts, not too big, not too small, good enough to fill a man's hand. Julian opened his mouth, but came up without words--they were strangled down in his throat. His eyes were glued to the sight. Hungry. Ravenous. He moved his head forward and she allowed him to suck on her nipple. It was the coyest of things to do on the list, but still arousing. He made a sound of disappointment when she drew back. The puppy look was back as was her smile. "No more, Julian. You already got more than you deserve."

  He begged with his big brown eyes traveling down her body to where the silk panties still covered her groin.

  "You won't
get a nip here," she told him, causing more disappointment on his face while down low expectancy rose. She switched on the shower before she slipped out of her panties.

  Julian made a soft, "Aww." He watched her backside. "I so want to touch you, Kyra. You don't know how much."

  She turned to him. "Not today. Get in the tub. I can't wash you outside."

  "You wash me?" He got in and she tried for the right water temperature.

  "You won't be no good doing it with your hands tied behind your back, hmm?"

  "Nifty." He pursed his lips. "You did this all to just wash me?"

  "You got me on this one."

  Kyra made him kneel before her in the tub. He bowed his head and let the hot water drench him, wash away sweat and other fluids. Kyra was fighting arousal like she had never done before. She took shampoo to wash his hair, but it seemed the most erotic thing she had ever done. And he did nothing to ease that inner pressure, but leaned forward so that his wet hair touched her belly. She pressed her lips tight, reminding herself that she would not, by any means, go further than this. However, it felt so good and right to have her hands in his thick, dark brown hair and feel him press against her. If he but lifted his head he could reach out with his tongue and give her pleasure. Kyra's mouth was dry--her imagination got the best of her, and she was not the least prepared for it. Her own longing seemed wilder and more demanding than Julian on the examination chair.

  "Hmm, I like your smell," he whispered through the sound of the shower.

  She had to clear her throat before she could answer. Did he read my mind or what? "That's the soap."

  "No, beneath it, that's you."

  She bowed him back, using his hair as a handle. It cost her effort and the lower parts of her body said clearly, no, we do not want him to stop. Julian looked at her through the curtain of water and she fought for her own restrains.

  "Let me…"

  "No." She put a finger on his lips. "No offerings, nothing." Her voice was stronger than she felt and she was glad he could not hear the pounding of her heart. Yet his eyes burned with hunger. His lips were slightly parted as if to protest her command. He gave in, but it was forced. Kyra nodded slowly as she let go of him. "That's better." She washed him from his shoulders down and took off the ball divider.

  Julian used the moment to kiss her shoulder, gently, lovingly. A nip, not more than his teeth touching her wet flesh.

  She jerked back and slapped him. It was not a conscious move, nothing she thought about and decided on whatever reason. She was up in a second and left the shower to flee into her robe she ripped from its hook at the door. Damn the soap. She dried her hands on the robe. "You had no right to do this." The growl was for real this time as she tied a knot. Forcefully. Trying to control her emotions. She turned off the water, leaving him hunched in the tub with water running down his face and body.

  "It was a kiss, Kyra, nothing more. You got more intimate parts of me to kiss than that. It was just…overwhelming."

  "Get out." He did and knelt before her so she could rub him dry. Kyra felt dizzy, but a part of her was glad he had overstepped the line. There was no telling what she had done without that reminder. "I'm the one telling you what I want and allow, Julian." The towel was discarded and she turned to the shelf. "Get up." She fumbled to put the chastity device back on. Suddenly she did not want to touch him more than necessary and he sensed her unrest.

  "I didn't mean to--"

  "You're the sub in this arrangement. You get what I grant you. Nothing more." She looked up, let him see her anger. He flinched and she almost regretted her harsh words. But no, these words were necessary. "Now back into the kitchen."

  "You're going to tie me up? It's only afternoon. Please, Kyra…"

  "Go!" She pushed him, but could have tried to push the room out of the house instead. "You better not resist, Julian."

  "Don't punish me just for stealing a kiss. I'm not doing this just to get whipped. You know that I like you more than just being your object of lust!"

  "Stop it! You either go or the handcuffs stay."

  "Don't be mean."

  "Move!"

  He moved, reluctantly, slowly. Thinking of what he could offer to make her change her mind.

  "Don't try to argue," she warned, "or I might start thinking about the kennel."

  "You wouldn't get me in there, Kyra, no way."

  "Don't start betting."

  He turned to look at her. "Why the change of mind? So suddenly? I don't understand."

  "You don't need to." She helped him with underwear and shorts before she fastened the cuff around his ankle. Only then did she open the handcuffs, but was quickly out of reach.

  "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to understand."

  "You won't." Kyra turned away, dropped the handcuffs on the counter and left, heart hammering. She needed a moment to be alone, to clear her mind, to fight for control after she had almost lost it. Yes, lost it seemed a wording good enough to describe the moment in the shower. She must have been an imbecile to step in the tub beside him. No restraints would ever be enough to keep the male animal at bay. Without locking him up, Julian Bithrell would take his advantages, would crave for her body and invade her in a way she did not tolerate.

  * * * *

  Headline of the Boston Herald on October 22nd, 2021, was the combined burglary of a convict and participant of the program and the shop owner, who had offered him a work place. Not the incident in itself was worth the bold letters, but that the shop owner had burglarized a competitor's business to push him out of the market. The shop had gone up in flames and only the quick reaction of police and fire brigade had prevented the hall from burning down completely. Convict and shop owner faced trial and the convict had stated in the first interrogation by Detective Harper that the shop owner had forced him into the crime. He had stated that the shop owner had threatened to take him back to prison if he did not use his skills for the burglary.

  The incident caused new comments from opponents of the program. They said that a criminal is still a criminal and knows what he can do with tools and else. If such a man was on the loose there was no telling what he would be capable of and how an honest citizen could stay honest in that light. Commissioner Hammer had immediately stated that all shop owners were strictly tested if they fitted the program as employer. It was impossible to anticipate what a man would do in the future. Honesty was nothing you could test if temptation or need rose.

  Kyra read the article and crossed her fingers that the program would continue. She was convinced that it was possible for society to reintegrate criminals, but not if the employers turned out to be criminals themselves. She glanced down into the shop. At the far end the loader made a hard turn to deliver a palette into the waiting truck. Two more weeks had passed without any trouble from Julian's side. The workers left him alone, Ashby was satisfied with him and, after Kyra had drawn the line Julian accepted that he could not get more from her than she was willing to give. The telephone rang and she groped for the receiver. "Jennings."

  "Hi, it's Josepha."

  "Great to hear your voice. How are you faring?"

  "I'm fine. But what about you?"

  "No reason to complain, why?" She bent forward again to keep Julian in sight. Ashby gave him new instructions. He nodded and drove the loader down a rear alley for another palette. He looked so at ease, as if he had worked in her shop for a long time. It was impressive.

  "I'm sorry to spoil your mood then, but…the burglar, who broke into your house escaped from custody the day before yesterday."

  "What?" Kyra shouted. Sabrina, at the other desk, lifted her head and frowned. "Say that again."

  "I'm really sorry and I don't know shit about the details, but fact is he got away. No hints where he's now."

  "But…wasn't he in prison? How should he get away?"

  "Julian broke his nose, remember? He was in the prison hospital, but security isn't that tight there. He slipped out, I don't know ho
w. My assumption's that he pretended to be dead and was taken out with someone else, who had died."

  "Oh, fuck!"

  "You can say that. So better check your burglar alarm and make sure you don't go anywhere alone. You should think about a bodyguard. At least until we got that bastard locked up again."

  "Great! Really, Jo, I so don't want to scream and hide."

  "I know, I know, but I'm really worried about your security."

  "Does my father know?"

  "I'm sure of that. But maybe only today. Harper tried to keep a lid on the information."

  "Oh, that's rich! How does that idiot dare to withhold that? Is he nuts or what? If my father learns of that he'll rip his ass off!"

  Again Sabrina lifted her head. It was rare that her boss freaked out like that. She was known to be modest and polite.

  "I'd bet." Josepha's laugh was short-lived. "Seriously, Kyra, keep your eyes open. Every men and his mouse are trying to find John Doe, but if he's as good as I think he is he won't be easy to catch."

  Kyra let out her breath and ran a hand through her hair. She was sweating suddenly, and for a moment the world around her blurred. "Yeah, I know. Thanks for the information, Jo."

  "I'll be in touch."

  Kyra hung up and rested her brow in her hands, elbows propped up on the desk. She took deep breaths. There was a snowball chance that the hitman had left town to make sure he would escape. But her experience said that these people tended to finish their business. It would be bad for their reputation if they left a job unfulfilled. Still the question of why the killer was after Kyra remained unanswered. She turned back to work, but could not concentrate. Once again her gaze strolled down to the shop. The loader was parked near the empty loading zone. She assumed that Julian was on his noon break and sighed. Somehow his life seemed so much easier than hers.