Under the domed ceiling in the bedroom of his apartment, Sam stood idolising Madeline's clean shaven body, holding in his hand the leggings he'd recently removed, prior to his temptation of anal penetration, intent on denying her an orgasm, and preventing her whizzing back through time to the 1600's.
Having lost the key for the handcuffs attaching her wrists, through the rusty ring in the wall above her head, his guilty attention turned to her sweet and innocent pleading eyes, wide open, straining to look back over her shoulder at him.
"You know if I don't allow you to orgasm, and I don't send you back home, then I can't let you out of this room, don't you?" He told her, glancing into her sex-hungry eyes, releasing her body to turn and face him with her pelvis tilting towards his blatantly undisguised bulge.
"Why?" She asked, more concerned with the craving in her belly for him being inside her, than leaving the room at that moment in time.
Sam stepped away from her dangerously vulnerable lower naked half, to calm himself down and think straight.
With little consideration, he realised he liked this girl, and couldn't send her back to the year 1609 just yet.
"I made a mistake." He said, kneeling by her feet with the black satin leggings, open and prepared for her to stride back into. "I really haven't thought this through.
Madeline placed her feet in the yoga pants and wriggled her hips to assist him refitting them over the well-established working muscles of her tall legs, up to the pert globes of her bum cheeks.
A satisfying snap of the elasticated waist band found the threshold a resting place under her back dimples, where he then placed his hands on her hips and looked her in the eyes, to explain his intentions.
"Ok then. So. I'm going to keep you with me for a little while." He said, romantically closing in on her by touching his nose against hers. "If what you said is true about you being here only a couple of days ago, and mine and Lily's experience of you two swapping places being six months apart, then you're right." He nodded his head up towards the stone inscription without losing eye contact. "She is already safely out of trouble and on her way here, regardless of how long it takes us to send you back again."
Madeline kept her big eyes looking into his as she spoke quietly, "But what if I don't want to go back again?"
"Then you stay here with me." He politely offered. "But I can't let you leave this room."
His words threw Madeline's mind away from her lustful thoughts of 'restrained-sex', towards the possibility of now being restrained against her will.
"You can't just keep me like this." She looked up at her handcuffed wrists and began to twist in her bonds. "I'll stay in the room but my arms will fall off if you keep them like this."
Sam enjoyed seeing the panic in her look, and hearing it in her voice, so used his body to push her back against the wall to see how easy it would be to make her submit completely.
With his hands at her open armpits, he encouraged her up onto her tiptoes and pressed the side of his face against hers.
"You're going to be staying like this for a long time, and it's going to be through your own choice. The question is, how far are you willing to go to avoid a witch trial?" He mumbled into her ear, sending a pulse of terror down her spine, and awaking her bowels with his unexpected change of demeanour.
With her nose adjacent to his ear, he heard the final short sharp sniff of air before feeling the ribcage in his hands halt her breathing.
Sam pushed himself against her and pressed his lips onto hers for a kiss, but sensed a shift in willingness for her to allow his tongue to join hers, confirming that the poor girl had become fearful of her situation, and that he could still play the dominant hand if he ever needed.
"Sorry. You looked so timid and frightened that I couldn't resist bending your mind just that little bit further." He confessed. "You're so sweet, I could never harm you."
Still feeling on edge, she lowered herself back down onto her heals as Sam let go of her ribcage.
"The truth is, that without a key, I won't be able to release your arms from those manacles until morning." He apologised, touching his forehead against hers as he spoke.
Hugely relieved, but still daunted by the fact that she would have to spend the night standing with her arms above her head, she asked him, "So what shall we do?"
"Give me a minute." Sam disappeared leaving her alone to ponder, returning soon after with a wooden spoon from the kitchen, to thoughtfully feed the manufactured handle through the rusty link of chain embedded in the wall, and explaining. "Hang on to this."
Impressed with its straightness, Madeline gripped hold of the wooden handle with both hands, allowing her the luxury of removing the weight of her arms from the steel rims of the handcuffs.
"Thankyou." She said, beginning the stare-off that ended with a more successful kiss.
Sam immediately began looking on his phone for ways to pick the locks of handcuffs like he'd seen in the movies.
Playing the first video gave him hope as he glanced up at Madeline for encouragement, only to find her jaw locked speechless and open.
"Shit. Sorry." He quickly stuffed the phone back into his pocket to hide it from her view.
"You shouldn't be seeing things from the future." He brushed a wave of her fair hair behind her ear and whispered, "Or do I need to put a cloth over your eyes?"
Shaking her head, she replied, "No."
Sam smiled at the timid response to his idle threat and walked away to sit on the bed and continue his research on how to escape from handcuffs.
The one thing he discovered was that all standard professional handcuffs use the same kind of universal key. This opened a new avenue for him to explore by finding the earliest and closest place to buy a pair of handcuffs, which would come with their own set of keys.
Saving the details of two results, he stood to give her the good news about a place near the city, which opened at 08:30 that Saturday morning.
"How long is that?" she asked, changing her stance and looking up at her wrists for the hundredth time.
"Just over three and a half hours." He replied.
Time wasn't a critical part of Madeline's life but she understood it would be difficult to remain standing like this, and sighed at the challenge ahead. "Do you have anything to drink?"
Sam delivered breakfast tea, herbal tea, coffee, and even introduced her to a can of fizzy Coke. He then spent frequent trips in and out of the kitchen bringing her sandwiches and small food samples like cheese, ham and breadsticks with a cautionary introduction to chilli sauce.
The couple connected closely as friends, with Sam's added guilt playing on his mind and the beauty of her helplessness attracting him dangerously close to taking sexual advantage of her.
"Could you rub my arms again please?" She asked him, now satisfyingly stuffed with his interesting food selection.
Sam obliged, turning her around to face the wall and kissing her neck as he worked his hands up and down her tired muscles.
Curious, Madeline backed herself against him to test his arousal, encouraging him to retaliate by pressing against her backside and answer her curiosity with the hump in his jeans.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" She offered, slowly tilting her hips in celebration of the change in his breathing pattern.
Having been denied emptying his balls once already earlier that evening when Lily disappeared back in time from underneath him, he was now overdue a release.
The ever present temptation of anal sex, would probably make him an enemy of hers, especially if she'd never done it before, and he already felt terrible about cuffing her hands up. "How do you mean?"
"Keep rubbing yourself against me." She suggested, adding gyration to her hip movement, so that her bum cheeks gave him a private lap dance. "I like it when you squash me into the wall."
Sam didn't speak anymore. Through his jeans, he ground his erection against the jiggling mounds, pressing her against the wall and pulling her hips, firmly onto him as his body took over his mind.
Eventually, with one hand in her crotch and the other on the chain of her cuffs, his squashing against her became motionless.
Too far gone to stop, the couple of strange intakes of breath over her shoulder, and the twitching of his hips, made the goings on in his trousers all too obvious.
"Fuck sake." He whispered to himself, but next to her ear.
Madeline turned around to face him with the hugest of smiles on her face, complemented that he found her so attractive that she could have such an effect on him.
Sam couldn't deny anything.
"It was an accident." He smiled back to her, clearly embarrassed, then looked down at the floor. "And it was all your fault." He joked.
Madeline's face lit up with delight as she caught one last look from his shy glance before he turned and headed for the door.
Once changed, he vowed never to mention the incident again, and couldn't wait for the morning, when he could slip out to the shops for a new set of handcuffs, complete with the keys to release her arms.
Sam wouldn't allow the, now well bonded, couple to discuss present day life, only the hardships of Madeline's fate if she were to go back to her own time.
She explained how she'd received most of her education from travellers passing through the village and staying in the tavern.
When questioned of her fate, she educated him on the truth behind the punishment of witches ranging from one year in prison, up to the death penalty if it is deemed that their act has caused another person's death. She surprised him by saying that a condemned witch could 'Plead her belly', buying her some time until after the birth where she would then be strangled and her body burned so that no branch or root can survive to re-germinate.
"Wow." Sam said, "I thought witches were burned at the stake?"
"No. The stake is sometimes used instead of an overhead tree branch for flogging a woman if she's scalded her husband in an argument, but people don't just go around burning stakes, they take time and effort to carve and decorate."
