Samantha heard the sound of her phone vibrating in the sand. Kind of hard to answer the phone when you can't move your arms. Even if they weren't tied behind her back to the chair that she sat in, it'd be impossible to say anything through the tape wrapped around her mouth.
"How does it feel? Are you comfortable?" Jason asked the question even though the look on his face suggested that he knew the answer. She felt the sand in her toes. That was the only comfortable part about it.
"Mrrrmphphh. Mrrrmmp!" Samantha moaned uselessly. She felt the ropes holding her legs together and she desperately wanted them apart. They had become much tanner after a few days in the tropical sunshine.
Honeymoons are normally relaxing. They aren't supposed to be terrifying.
"Good." Jason seemed pleased by his handiwork. "I'm gonna be right back. I want to get coffee first. Don't go anywhere, Sam." He seemed delighted. They had dragged the chair onto the beach. Jason said it'd be fun.
She could hear his footsteps but not see them in the angle that she was facing. Her hair bustled about her face and it had become obscenely annoying as it blocked her view of the ocean.
Super Bowl Sunday. Jason was right. She looked this way and that. The beach was deserted. Everyone was indoors. The game hadn't even started yet. It wasn't due to start for hours. Dammit, she thought. Why does he always have to be right?
She made a few sexy moaning noises but it started to feel silly with no one there to hear them. Thoughts had begun to avalanche down her mind. What if he never came back? What if he tripped and had fallen unconscious heading up the bluff? The sounds of waves comforted her worries a little bit.
She had to admit. It felt damn sexy to be tied up by your new husband in a pink bikini and left there on the beach desperately waiting for his return. Jason had played football in college. She thought about the way his abs felt to pass the time.
She held her head down and flung some of her jet black hair out of her face. Her legs were waxed and flawless. She wondered if she'd get tan lines from the ropes. It'd be hard to explain them to people, she thought. After all, she was wearing nothing but a bikini.
But that would soon change.
Finally she heard the noises of rustlings up the bluff which she assumed was Jason.
The first thing that worried her was the shadow that crept behind her. It didn't move like a Jason shadow.
The second thing that worried her was the voice. It wasn't Jason's voice.
"Pretty Asian girl. What are you doing tied up to a chair on a beach?" It sounded razor sharp and acidic in her ears.
She turned her head to face him, but couldn't quite see. The rising sun was in her eyes.
First it was a hand on her right shoulder. Then it was another one on her left shoulder.
The first few noises that came out of her were squeaks and high-pitched shriekings.
The voice invaded her left ear. "Sexy little Asian girl." His hand went up her neck gently. "You didn't answer my question."
The hand ripped the tape off and her mouth was emancipated.
"Leave me alone! My husband's going to be here any minute!"
"I don't see him around. What kind of a husband leaves his wife tied up to a chair on the middle of a beach?"
"We're just playing a game! Go away, he'll be here any minute!"
"What's your name?"
"Go away! I'm warning you!"
She felt him grab her hair and pull on it. It didn't hurt. But it didn't feel good, either.
"What's your name?"
"Sam."
"Sam. How about you and I play our own little game, while we wait for your husband to get back."
"No! No! Jason! Jaaaa-soooon! Help!"
He put the tape back onto her lips and it was utterings after that.
"The game that I want to play. It's a two-player game."
At least it wasn't a three-player game.
"The name of the game is 'twenty questions.' And I have enough quarters for both of us."
His hands gripped her shoulder blades. She felt the bulge of his penis on the back of her head through his jeans. It felt massively invasive.
"Here is how the game works. I'm thinking of an object. And you have twenty questions to figure out what it is. If you guess it right, I let you go. And I give you the object. If you can't figure it out - then you suck me off on this beach and I come on your face when I'm done."
Samantha's mind hadn't even heard him. It was focused on Jason. And where was he? And what was taking him so long? And when would he come to rescue her?
