Tom lay there on the soft mattress, under the warm duvet. It was a cold night, but yet he felt warm. He had a slight headache, from whatever drug it was that she'd used on him, to send him to sleep. But maybe 'unconscious' was more accurate than 'sleep', as he had been totally oblivious to what she'd done next.
The duvet was pulled up around his neck, with only his face looking out into the small cold brick room. There was a small grilled window high up on the far wall. There was a single wooden door, which he assumed would be locked, although he hadn't checked.
But then the layout of the small room was all somewhat irrelevant, given the rest of the heavy steel restraints that he had found locked to his body when he had finally woken up. His wrists were locked in very thick steel restraints, each one locked tightly in place with high security padlocks. These padlocks also secured his wrists to each side of the heavy chain that was locked around his waist.
His ankles were locked with similar metal cuffs, but here his jailer had been economical by using a single padlock to lock both cuffs. Of course that meant that the distance between his ankles was effectively zero. That must have amused her. The next chain secured his ankle cuffs to his waist chain. She had padlocked this chain in place cruelly, not leaving anywhere near enough length for him to stand. Having experimented, he knew that shuffling on his knees was the only means of movement she had allowed him.
But then he didn't have much use of movement, as the final length of her industrial chain, about four metres in length, wrapped around his neck on one end and was padlocked to the wall on the other. For all these reasons, the question as to whether or not the door was locked was really of no concern.
At least she hadn't been vindictive, at least not yet. He may have been naked and completely helpless, but he was comfortable. The sheets had the smell of expensive perfume and the room was peaceful with just a slight sound from the nearby surf. Although he had been unconscious, he was in no doubt as to who had taken him prisoner, who had snapped those high security padlocks shut and who had the only keys to release him.
Emma had been a rival on a number of recent property deals where he had ultimately triumphed. Her attitude towards him had been increasingly hostile, but had he realised how hostile, he would never had visited her house alone. He hadn't even told his business partner that he was visiting this crazy blonde.
Emma was self made, combining her looks and strong seductive body, with a ruthless business attitude. This hard exterior meant that most people overlooked her amazing physical attributes, not daring to get close enough to find out. Emma was one of those people who no-one wanted to challenge.
Despite her lack of success on recent deals, she was a very wealthy woman. Just turned forty and never married, no-one dared. He guessed that he was still in her coastal mansion and he knew that it had no near neighbours. He had no idea what she wanted from him, but as escape wasn't an option, he would have to lie there and wait for her to enlighten him.
The sound of keys woke him from his thoughts, followed by the sight creak of a door opening. He struggled in to a sitting position just in time to watch Emma lock the door behind her. Her long blonde hair hung loose, framing her stunning, classical face. Her lips were pursed in a slight smile and her eyes had a teasing look that he'd never noticed during their recent business dealings. Without the cold steely hostility, Emma was a completely different woman. She walked over to him, wearing a long white silk bath robe and small white slippers.
She stood next to the mattress on the floor saying nothing, just looking down at Tom. Tom tried to cover himself with the duvet with little success. Without saying a word, Emma untied her robe and let it slip off her shoulders and on to the stone floor. Underneath was a fit tanned body wearing nothing other than a tiny pair of white silk panties.
Tom took a quick intake of breath as she slid under the duvet and lay next to him. She then climbed up and lay on top of him, her lips only an inch from his. She shook her long hair so that it made a cocoon, enclosing their two faces. The air was a subtle mix of soap and perfume and in the dim light, Tom watched her lips part into a smile and her eyes glisten. She then opened and closed her mouth, pretending to bite him.
The anger, the arousal and the confusion were too much to deal with.
"Emma... what?"
"Hi," she smiled back in an uncharacteristic playful voice.
"But what..."
Tom was known as a cool character, but right then he couldn't have been more out of control. Everyone knew Emma was a hard bitch. Attractive, yes, but her ruthless attitude to almost everyone and her power dressing image made everyone cautious. How could her wardrobe of dark jackets and skirts mask such an incredible body.
"Good evening, Tom."
Tom was still in shock and mesmerised by her eyes and the way her hands were exploring his body. She adjusted herself slightly as she rubbed herself against his erection.
"You look fantastic in these chains."
She was now biting gently on his ear, her warm breath blowing on to his neck. She pulled the duvet over their head and switched to his other ear, as Tom fought to control his emotions.
"I'm glad you like the chains, but do you have the keys?"
"Yes."
Emma smiled and worked her way down his muscled chest, using her tongue on his nipples and then belly button. Fear and pleasure fought for supremacy in Tom's mind as he reacted to the tickling sensation. He had to regain control and therefore first he had to regain the ability to think. OK, that had been a stupid question.
"I'm sure we can have much more fun if you unlock me."
"You want more fun?"
Emma's playful reply somehow managed to scare him. He lay helplessly as she turned around so that his head was between her legs and her lips were touching his cock. Tom was unable to do anything as she wrapped her long slim sinewy legs around his neck and pulled him in closer and positioned him so that his lips were pressed up against the skimpiest of silk underwear.
"I can't really move my hands?" his voice distorted as his lips fought against the material.
"You can't move them at all." Emma corrected, "Didn't you notice I chained you up."
"Well, yes."
"So use your mouth instead."
While Emma slowly stimulated her prisoner, she demanded much more in return and kept tightening the already vice like grip of her thighs every time Tom's lips and tongue slowed. His already dry mouth hurt by the time the blonde was ready and turned back around, still laying on top of him.
"You can say no, but I wouldn't advise it," she whispered into his ear and she let him enter her.
They were both exhausted when half an hour later Emma's naked body cuddled up to Tom's helpless body. Hoping that this was just some crazy sexual fetish, Tom had spent several minutes telling her how fantastic she'd been and then gently asked her to unlock him.
When she had just kissed him and cuddled in tighter, he asked more directly and then started to beg. When she had gone silent on him he stopped. Emma was known for her wild, unpredictable mood swings and so for now he settled for her playing the sex kitten, it could be worse.
Emma stood up, slid back into her white silk panties and picked up Tom's phone. She then returned to the mattress, knelt with one knee either side of his body and sat down on his face. He managed to turn his head to the side just before her butt came to rest. She lifted herself back up a little and gave him a gentle slap on the face. Tom immediately turned to look directly up at the blonde's ass.
"Oh I love the power these chains bestow upon the keyholder, don't you Tommy?" Tommy? Oh yes, of course."
