The ... bookstore?
I opened my eyes and turned my face completely toward him. He, undaunted by my sudden movement, let our lips graze each other’s briefly before he stood back up to his full height.
“You were in the bookstore,” I said.
“Memory coming back to you? I told you that it would once the dose wears off. But we’ll worry about all of this later. I have something to prove to you right now. But first ...”
His voice trailed off as he stood there staring at me. After about ten seconds of inspecting me he pulled me toward him and let his hand wander up the back of my over shirt. I stood there helpless to stop him as he flicked the hooks on my bra.
Okay. Stay calm; he can’t get the fucking thing completely off of you if you’re hands are tied behind your back.
Jax stepped back for a moment and looked at me, before he shook his head, “That won’t do, will it?”
He led me to the counter we had been sitting at and pulled open a drawer. I heard him rifling around in it before brandishing a pair of sharp scissors and coming back toward me. *Snip, snip*; the straps were cut and the bra hit the floor. Jax stepped back for a moment and nodded in satisfaction before he put the scissors away and picked up the bra, tossing it into the garbage can underneath the counter.
“Much better,” he murmured.
I dug my heels into the floor as he began to pull me forward. I was already embarrassed enough to just be standing in front of him half naked; there was no way in hell I was going to be paraded outside for everyone else to see to.
“Riley?” he asked giving the chain a pull.
“Absolutely not,” I replied.
“But I didn’t ask you if you wanted to,” he replied with a small smile.
“There’s no way in hell that I’m going outside with my tits hanging out for the world to see,” I said stubbornly pulling on the chain.
“Again, I didn’t ask you if you wanted to,” he said, yanking me roughly toward him.
“I said no,” I spat back trying to pull away from him again.
He looked outraged and angry for a moment, just a precious moment, before he nodded and lifted me off of the ground.
“Apparently, we need to start our lessons earlier than I thought,” he said quietly. I bucked in his arms trying to get away from him and he stopped walking. He gave me an angry look and took me into the living room, where he tossed me onto the floor. I landed hard on my stomach and grunted when he gently pressed his knee into my side to hold me in place. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I heard him open a box of some sort. The next thing I knew, I had another pair of leather cuffs around me, but these were on my ankles. And the chain ... The chain he had balled up around his fist was now holding my wrists and ankles together at an odd angle.
The bastard had hogtied me. I knew better than to struggle in this position because there was a danger of dislocation. So, I lay there on my stomach, hogtied, while he went into the kitchen to retrieve another bowl of cereal. A minute or two later, he came back, turned the television on and sat on the couch arm again.
Ten
I can’t believe he went to bed and left me like this.
I was still on my stomach and hogtied on the lushly carpeted living room. Jax hadn’t said a single word to me since he put me in this position; he just turned off the television and the lights when he was done and went upstairs.
My arms were aching terribly and I felt myself becoming tired. I kept fighting the sleep off though. I didn’t want to relax and then tear something because of it. I sighed and rested my face on the carpet trying to think of ways to stay awake. Another hour (I think) passed when I heard him humming as he descended the staircase.
The light in the living room flipped on and I turned my face to watch him. I expected that he would come over and take these fucking things off of me because that would be the right thing to do.
I expected incorrectly.
After he had crouched down in front of the entertainment center and picked out a movie, he walked out of the living room again and switched the lights off on the way out.
The darkness and the silence started to get to me after yet another hour passed. The sun had gone down and the moon was barely shining into the room. I had reached the point of sheer exhaustion and I knew what I had to do.
Endure.
But not like this. I took a few quick breaths and closed my eyes tightly as I began to pull. Don’t stop. No matter how much it hurts, break your way out of this.
I did everything that I could to break free without terribly hurting myself. I arched myself up so that I could grip the chain as best as I could in my fingertips. I followed the length of it and realized that it was being held in place by a mere fish hook clasp at the end, so I stretched my left arm just a little further. Almost ... just a little more ...