Ok, the rules of the flash fiction go something like this – write 500 – 1000 words upon the theme pictured above. I’m taking the theme rather loosely as ‘handcuffs’ and I hope you enjoy my little morsel of devilish behaviour below:
RESTRAINING ORDER, Part I
There was an audible click and the sound of a ratchet being fastened. Lucile spun around to discover that her wrist was now encircled in thick, cold steel.
“Unfasten that this instant, you despicable creature!”
Her order went unheeded. Instead, a large grin formed on her captor’s face as he fastened the other steel bracelet around his own wrist. “There’s to be no unfastening this side of tomorrow, darlin.’
Her jaw went slack in disbelief, before she recovered herself and her perfect white teeth which she then slammed together. She tugged futilely against the cuff. “You cannot keep me in this against my will,” she spat and her emerald green eyes sparked with fire in indignant fury.
“Oh, it won’t be against your will, sweet pea. I’ll make sure of that.” Chase winked at her and drew his hand down his cleanly shaven jaw, trying to stifle his smile but failing miserably in his task.
I demand you tell me where the key to these… infernal things are, right this instant,” Lucile demanded, in the most prim-and-proper voice she could manage. Standing up to look him square in the eye, she felt almost dwarfed as he straightened his posture and purposefully looked down upon her.
“Keys are in my pocket, princess, but I won’t tell you which one because that would spoil all the fun.” Chase winked one of his cobalt-blue eyes at her and leaned back against the wall.
“You needn’t think I’m falling for that,” she retorted, her eyes narrowing into thin slits.
“You don’t want to play my game, huh? Fancy that,” he said absently to himself. “Well, I guess in that case we can head straight for the bedroom and get down to the good stuff right away.”
Lucile gasped. “I am not going anywhere with you! If you think for even one low down rotten second that I’d willingly…” but her words were lost in a whoosh of air as he easily hoisted her off her feet and threw her over his shoulder with his free arm fondling her backside for good measure.
“Get off me, right this instant!” Lucile was horrified at having been so easily manhandled but her words hadn’t the slightest effect. Chase was already speeding off through the door, out to the hallway and when his feet began to quickly ascend the wooden staircase in front of him, she felt her heart rate rocket out of control. This could not be happening. Not here. Not with him.
“You promised me something a long time ago, Lucile. I’m a patient man but eventually you have to pay up.” He rattled the handcuff that contained both their wrists. “You’re not leaving this house until I get what I’m owed.” He smacked her backside to send the point home.
“I can’t… I didn’t mean… you wouldn’t…” Her voice came out in a breathy whisper. Her heart was trying to hammer its way outside her chest and she could simply not believe what was happening. The worst thing was that her body was already responding to his. She was wet. Oh God. If he meant what he said, he’d discover in seconds what she’d tried to so many damn years to hide. She tried desperately to think. It wasn’t easy with his hand stroking her backside. Think, dammit, think! Her brain was a mess, hormones interfering with sensible thought process. She needed to calm down. Take deep breaths. He’d need a few minutes to find the right room, so she had a moment or two to concentrate.
Chase got to the top of the stairs without a single laboured breath and took the second door on the right. “Bingo!”
Lucile swore. So much for luck. She needed more me. A few precious seconds to gather her thoughts together and form an escape plan. Her bed loomed into view. White satin sheets, a soft down comforter and… Oh God. There on her bed were the stockings, suspenders and bra set that she’d bought this morning as a birthday present for Rachael. She’d left them there to remind herself to wrap them up. Chase’s eyes settled on them and the expression on his face was as if all his birthday’s had suddenly come at once.
“Well, well, what have we here?” Without further preamble, he threw Lucile down on the bed and straddled her hips. Picking up the packet of lacy stockings with his free hand, he smiled lasciviously at her. “I think you might need to wear these for me, darling.’ His eyes had turned a stormy grey and there was no mistaking the lust that swum around in their depths. Lucile struggled under the tight grip of his thick, muscled thighs but there was no moving the man. Think woman, think! He angled his body down upon hers and it was clear he was intending to kiss her. Oh, yes please. She shook her head from side to side as if that might clear the miasma of desire that had begun to form over her retinas. The room was going dim, Chase’s head was swooping down and her lips pouted of their own accord.
Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she snapped herself out of the foolishness that had descended and did the only thing she could think of. She lunged for his neck and bit him, while her hand dived into the top pocket of his shirt and hoped to hell it would find a key.
And if you enjoyed that little snippet of flash fiction – stay tuned for part II – due on the 10th April 😉