Leaving the unconscious Megan to the Doctor's staff in the lab, Jamie carried the equally oblivious Ella upstairs to the bedroom the two shared. He'd grown tired and jealous of seeing the woman he loved with other men. He was a devastatingly handsome man himself with intelligence and money, so, it wasn't as if he didn't have his share of women. But Ella was the only one who truly knew him, and vice versa. Of course, it wasn't as if he could make a public claim on her affections, though most in their circle knew of their relationship; Ella had even made a go at the normal life once, getting engaged for a short time to a suave investment banker. It lasted only until her fiancΓ© cried in front of her for the first time because he felt Ella wouldn't open up to him. This show of emotion of course sickened Ella, and she broke the engagement off then and there, which led to more tears and an even more pissed off Ella. No, there was no man for her but Jamie.
Upon meeting Dr. Ruschen, Jamie had decided to take matters into his own hands. Ella had become increasingly temperamental and cruel, flaunting her affairs and conquests in front of her brother. That was over now, she'd show him the proper respect from here on out.
He laid her inert body on the massive antique four poster bed, and began to undress her. Next to the bed was a bottle of port wine and two glasses the butler had left for them. Jamie took out a gold pillbox from his pants pocket. Inside was one small white tablet, another design of Dr. Ruschen's. He dropped the small tablet into one of the glasses and watched it dissolve as the reddish gold liquid poured over it.
Jamie ran his hands over Ella's soft white flesh, her clothes in a pile by the bed. She was murmuring softly in her drugged state, her body responding to Jamie's slow caresses. He left her for a moment, opening the closet safe and retrieving a locked black case. He smiled at the contents as the case flipped open. Before him were four wrought gold cuffs, each depicting various scenes of depravity from Greek mythology, a favorite subject of Ella's. The cuffs locked into place around each wrist and ankle, there was no key, they weren't meant to come off. Special golden chains were in the works, but for the moment, blood red silk cords, to match the bed sheets, would do.
His work complete, Jamie took the time to step back and admire his work. Ella's skin looked an even more startling white against the red silk, her black hair framing her face; her peaceful countenance in stark contrast to her spread-eagled, bound form. Jamie was thinking how very much he was going to enjoy himself.
Ella was coming around now, the sedative Dr. Ruschen had given her in the lab, wearing off. Her eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile coming to her lips at the sight of Jamie standing before her. Her mind was still a bit hazy from the drugs, so it took her a few seconds to comprehend that she had somehow been transported from the lab to the bedroom where she was now nude and tied to the bed. No, not tied, she saw the silk cords, but these were connected to four golden cuffs she'd never seen before. The sight did little to disturb or surprise her: Ella had certainly woken up in more compromising positions than this.
"Well," she said, "These are new," and nodded to the cuffs.
"A gift," he said, smiling as he unbuttoned his white dress shirt; his body tan and lean beneath. "I had them made especially for you." His pants and underwear dropped next, leaving him standing before Ella like Michelangelo's David. Though, oddly, Ella noticed, still wearing his watch.
All thoughts of Megan and the lab had been forgotten by Ella as all she desired for the moment was Jamie. There'd be plenty of time later. "Here," he said and reached for the glass of sweet dessert wine, "open up." The bed creaked as he sat down on the edge.
Ella did as she was told, pushing up on her elbows, tilting her head back to receive the contents Jaime poured. One side of his mouth twisted up in mirth as he watched her swallow the liquid, then lick her lips. She was being so very obliging, he thought as he placed the empty glass back on the table. "Aren't you going to have any?" Ella asked.
"No, not at the moment," Jamie answered before straddling Ella. "There are some things that we need to discuss."
Ella let out an irritated breath, "Jamie, I don't really think this is the time to be talking, as you're always reminding me."
"My dear, this isn't your decision. In fact, nothing that we do will ever be your decision again."
A tendril of fear began to go through Ella. "What are you talking about?"
"You, you are a cold, fucking bitch and it is past time I took you in hand." Ella began to tug at her bonds, to no avail; clearly this had gone beyond simple play. "With the help of Dr. Ruschen, I've been planning this for months. When she knocked you out down in the lab, a microchip was implanted in your brain; one which I control. Play nice from now on, and I think you'll rather enjoy the effects. Though, she did warn me that you'll take a bit of breaking in."
"Jamie, you wouldn't, this is crazy, you love me."
"You're right, I do love you." He fiddled with his watch, the face sliding back to reveal one red button and one green. "You see, it's quite simple really, press the green and." Ella felt a wave of heat and electricity course through her body. She was brought almost instantly to the brink of orgasm, writhing beneath Jamie, grinding against his hips and hardening cock. He took hold of her waist and shoved her back down into the bed.
"Oh, god! Jamie!" She'd never known there could be such maddening ecstasy. How could this possibly be a punishment, she wondered. If she'd been free, she would have grabbed his cock and shoved it right up inside her. She couldn't understand why he wasn't making the move himself. "Just fuck me Jamie, please!" She could barely get the words out as she bucked under him, growing furious at his refusal to grant her release. He ran his hands up under her white breasts, squeezing them briefly, and then releasing them. Now was not the time.