SADIE
A chill wakes me up in the middle of the night, yet I’m sweating. I can hear Ro next to me, his breathing even, in his deep sleep. I try to sit up, the cuff on my wrist pulls causing me to wince from the bite of the metal into flesh. My body already aches again, and the pain is becoming unbearable. I just need to find one on the floor somewhere, I’m sure that there’s at least one.
Looking at the frame of the bed, I pull at the cuff again, and sigh out, feeling more defeated. Remembering the bobby pin, I pull it out of my hair, and glance over to Ro, who’s still asleep next to me. Pushing the pin into the keyhole, I bend it around, and I can feel the pin at the bottom pushing the mechanism over until it clicks. Then rotating the pin I move it until I feel the resistance, and I try to push down, surprising myself when it works.
Hewould be so proud of me.
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“Why do I have to learn how to do this?” He smiles at my question, his expression causing butterflies to fill my stomach.
“Because, Baby Girl, if anything happens to you, I want to make sure you can get yourself out of it.”
“Or you’re just trying to restrain me.” I push up against him, smirking, and he laughs out as he leans in meeting me halfway, his lips consuming mine as soon as they touch. His hands wandering around my body as if they are trying to know a familiar route by heart.
“That too.” He winks at me as he breaks out kiss for a moment to respond. I grin up at him as he breaks away. “Now break out, like I taught you.” He smirks at me as I pout. “Sadie.” He growls out before moving down my body, positioning himself at the apex of my thighs, and placing a kiss to my inner thigh. “Show me what you learned, and you’ll be rewarded.”
“Fine.” I roll my eyes as I bend the bobby pin and start to work it into the key slot, hearing the handcuffs click as it releases the arm.
“Good Girl.” He growls at me as he pulls me by my thighs down his bed, pulling my core closer to his mouth. Looking down at him as his grin slowly lowers towards me, moving so painfully slow, until I feel his tongue brush against my clit pulling an instant bucking of my hips. The warm air trickles across me as a laugh escapes from him.
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The arm of the handcuff comes out of its cradle, freeing my wrist.
Thank you…
I silently sayhim, even though he can’t hear me. I imagine him proud of me still.
Looking over at Ro again, I exhale, trying to be as quiet as I can. Starting to stand up, but he snorts from behind me. Seeing the handcuff which is still attached to the bed starts ideas in my head, ideas that I know won’t necessarily be the best. I know if he wakes up and I’m not far enough away, he will easily overtake me and drag me back here. Granted, I’m basing that solely on how fit he looked in the shower earlier. Scolding myself as the memories of his cock in the shower earlier are the first thing I see.
As carefully as I can, I move across the bed on my knees, quietly sliding the handcuffs along the bed railing. Watching him the entire time, my heart pounding into my ears, just waiting for his eyes to crack open and stare at me. His arm moving over his head makes me freeze until he settles again. I gauge the situation and try to figure out the best way to finish this. Deciding that my current execution is not working because I’m going to wake up as I hover over top of him. Cautiously, I move back across the bed to the side I woke up on. Getting up, I move around it, halting for a second to really appreciate the first time in days I’ve had the freedom of moving around. Sneaking around the bed, I reach across him, grabbing the cuff, and sliding it the rest of the way towards me.
Quickly, I widen the gap the arm creates, stopping, hesitating, and looking down at him lying peacefully, asleep. Guilt begins to manipulate my thoughts as I look down at the small sword which is tattooed on his temple. I saw it the first second that I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me on J’s bed. I had no damn clue who he was or why he was there, but I also wouldn’t have put it past J to send someone into the room with expectations of me. Doing this, handcuffing Ro just as he did, shouldn’t bother me. I shouldn’t have any sort of problems doing this after everything, but something about it is still plaguing at me.
Fastening the arm of the cuff, I hesitate for a second, spinning around, and I’m about to be free, I’m going to run, Where? I have no damn idea.
But I am free.
Suddenly, I’m unsteady, like I’m floating.
My feet are no longer on the floor. I’m being lifted off of the ground, and I’m realizing that Ro’s legs are wrapped around me. He pulls me back to the bed. I hear a pop, my face is pressed into the mattress for a brief moment until he forces me to roll over, and then he’s caging me into the bed. His legs on either side of me. His eyes are so dark. Not dark as they were earlier, not angry dark but they’re dark as if he’s checked out. He’s reacting strictly on fight or flight. Like he’s not completely sure of what’s transpiring. A sneer spreads on his face before he leans into me, licking his lips.
Leaning his head down to me. “You’re not doing this again.” Me growls into my ear.
“Do what?” I ask him, confused about what he’s meaning.
“You know what I’m talking about.” He snaps at me.
“Get off of me.” I yell at him, trying to push him off and he laughs loudly, but he doesn’t say anything else. He just leans over top of me as he continues to glare down. “Get. Off.” I snap again as I ball my fists up at his malicious laughter, striking him quickly in the face as hard as I can, but he doesn’t even flinch.
A second strike makes him growl. “Don’t hit me.”
“Get off of me, then.” I strike him, again.
“You hit me again and you won’t fucking like what happens.”
“Just get off!” I’m shouting as I swing, punch him again, in the same spot, hoping that I leave a damn mark.
