Still grinning, Katie eased herself off of my body and stretched out her legs. She pulled off her panties.
"Come on, David," she said. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
I felt my lungs pumping like a bellows, making me dizzy. I wanted to slow down my breaths, but nothing could distract me from the crushing immediacy of those five simple words.
I'm gonna fuck you now...
It wasn't a threat or a boast. Katie's tone was relaxed. She spoke casually, as if she were stating a simple fact. She was going to take me by force, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Wasn't this what I wanted? For at least an hour, I'd fought to control my throbbing erection as Katie and Sarah teased and tormented me. But now, as I was
finally
seeing a chance at release, I felt fear seizing my mind.
How many times a week did I think about Katie, counting the days since I'd seen her? How many times did I feel myself growing hard as we exchanged flirty texts, just waiting for another chance to sleep beside her? I wanted Katie. There was no use denying it. I wanted her, but not like this.
Katie dropped her panties on the floor. For the first time in a long while, Sarah looked uncomfortable.
"Do, uh... Do you want me to leave?" Sarah asked.
Katie's face flashed with arrogance.
"No way in hell," Katie said. "Stay where you are. I need your help."
"What do you want me to do?" Sarah asked.
Katie twisted around and pointed to her pair of silver handcuffs, still lying on the floor by the chair where Sarah had endured her spanking.
"See those cuffs?" Katie asked. "Grab 'em and bring 'em to me. The key should still be in the hole. Quick, now."
As Sarah grabbed the cuffs and scampered over towards the bed, Katie bent her knees and spread her legs wide. My gaze travelled along the full swath of her meaty thighs, ending at her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She adjusted the straps of her bra, but refused to remove it along with her panties. She wasn't stripping down because she wanted to give me a peep show—she was stripping down because the time had come to satisfy herself.
Sarah moved to set the cuffs down on the bed between my legs, but Katie shook her head. She pointed towards my arms, still shackled firmly to the bedposts.
"No. Go clamp the cuffs down on one of his arms. You're gonna take the shackles off in a second, but I don't want him getting free," Katie said.
Sarah raised an eyebrow.
"What do you have in mind?" Sarah asked.
"He's no good to me, lying flat on the bed like this. If I'm gonna take him, I want to get
intimate
with him. Up close and personal. But I'm not gonna have him pawing at me. The boy needs to remember his place, after all."
She talked like I wasn't there to hear her. Somehow, that was more intimidating than any threat.
Katie tapped her finger impatiently.
"
Well?"
she said.
This time, Sarah avoided my gaze as she tiptoed over to the side of the bed, handcuffs in hand. I felt a ring of metal, as cold as ice, tightening around my right wrist.
Faster and faster, my chest heaved and fell. Spots danced in my field of vision as my breath hissed in my throat.
I was dangerously close to hyperventilating, and I knew it. I couldn't escape Katie, and I couldn't ignore what was about to happen. I could only pray that she would be quick.
"Careful, now," Katie said to Sarah. "Now... Take that shackle off of his arm and cuff his wrists together. Don't take the other shackle off until his wrists are cuffed. I mean it."
"
Please...
" Sarah said, a glimmer of her old confidence returning. "I shackled him up the first place, remember? He didn't get out then, and he's not getting out now. Trust me."
"Don't get too cocky, girl. He's desperate. He might try something."
Sarah's eyes met mine. For a moment, she seemed apologetic. But then she grabbed my right arm and pinned it to the bed with all her might, just as she'd done an hour ago.
If she felt any pity for me, it evaporated in that moment. With nimble fingers, she popped off the buckle on the right shackle with her free hand, then slowly pulled my right hand towards my still-shackled left hand.
I was tired of fighting. I knew it was no use. But I
had
to try.
Again, I twisted and thrashed on the bed and tried to push back with my one free arm as Sarah pulled it. My limbs were shaking with exhaustion, but I kept it up for at least a minute before Sarah finally pulled my hands together and clamped the handcuffs down on my left wrist.
Katie watched me struggle impassively, neither angry nor amused.
"Take the other shackle off," Katie commanded. "The cuffs are more than enough."
Sarah obeyed, and popped the buckle off of the left shackle.
With my hands now bound together above my head, I wiggled back and forth to chase the numbness from my arms, but felt the metal chain of the handcuffs snapping taut when I tried to pull them apart. My arms were no longer bound to the bedposts, but I was still far from free.
"What about his legs? Want me to unshackle them?" Sarah asked.
"No. I'm not taking any chances. I don't want him walking off," Katie said.
Finally, Katie looked back up at my face. She smiled.
This was it. The calm before the storm. Nothing to do but wait for the hammer to fall.
And it did.