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I did as he said and allowed him to guide my hands behind my back and tie them together by fastening a cable tie around both my wrists. When he finished, it was so tight that I could barely move my hands at all.
“If you’re ever tied up, they might use cable ties, rope or tape,” Adrian said. “I’ve used cable ties because they’re usually the hardest kind of binding to escape from.”
“Great,” I said, as I wriggled. I couldn’t see how I’d be able to free myself — shimmying my hands together did nothing, since the tie was too tight to get over my thumbs.
“This is going to feel awkward,” Adrian said, “but raise your hands over your head.”
I did as he instructed, and he was right — it felt unpleasant,and my shoulder ached. He touched my elbow a couple of times to guide me, and I was grateful for the help. Once my hands were over my head, I looked at him expectantly.
“What now?”
“Widen your elbows,” Adrian said, miming the actions he wanted me to use, “and then yank your arms down as quickly as you can, pulling your elbows back at your sides.”
I did as he instructed and the cable tie dug into my wrist, but didn’t break.
“Again,” Adrian said. “But this time, give it the same kind of energy you were using for your punches.”
I raised my hands above my head, separated my elbows, and this time, when I pulled my arms down, the cable tie snapped and flew off my wrists, landing on the floor.
“How did that feel?” he asked.
“It stung,” I said, as I rubbed my skin, “but it felt good.” There were red marks above my wrist bones, but that seemed like a far better outcome than staying tied up with an angry kidnapper. I felt good, like I had a small amount of control over my situation. “Can I try that again?”
15
ADRIAN
Tying Emma up was more daunting than I’d expected. Her hands were soft and dainty, with delicate fingers and pale pink nails, and I found myself touching them more than I needed to, just to feel her smooth skin.
“Is that too tight?” I asked as I gave the cable tie one final yank; as she shook her head, her ponytail flicked up, and I caught the scent of strawberry shampoo. “Okay, hands up, the same as last time.”
I had no doubt that Emma could bring her hands over her head by herself, but I still touched her elbow again to give her that extra boost.
“Three, two, one,” she counted, slamming her arms down at one. The cable tie didn’t stand a chance — it snapped easily and flew across the room.
“Want to practice with rope now?” I asked, partly to have an excuse to tie her up again. After so much time in the basement, I should have gone back upstairs and helped Xavier and Jackson in the studio, but I figured that if they needed me, they could come down and find me.
The client who canceled his booking was progressing a sleeve tattoo that spanned from his shoulder to his wrist, so I had a three-hour window where I didn’t need to be upstairs. And even though I knew I should have been in the studio in case we had an actual walk-in, I much preferred the idea of spending that time with Emma.
“Rope?” Emma asked. “I don’t know if I’d be able to break that.”
“It’s a different technique,” I explained, as I took a skipping rope off the wall. Most of them were made from plastic, but I chose the one that was an actual length of rope and used it to tie her hands together.
And then, to make it more challenging, I grabbed our toolbox and pulled out some duct tape.
“Do you mind if I bind your feet?” I asked, and I kneeled in front of her, looking up to gauge her reaction, in case I was crossing a boundary. But to my surprise, she grinned.
“Sounds like fun,” she said, and stuck both her feet out so I could wrap the tape around them. It was harder than taping up her arms, especially since every time I wound it under her calves, I felt her hot leg press against the side of my chest.
I tried my best to ignore it, but there was no ignoring the fact that my cock had stiffened in my pants. They were loose-fitting, so while I stayed kneeling on the floor I could hide it with my knee, but eventually I would have to stand up. And my shirt wasn’t long enough to cover it.
“Okay,” I said, shifting my position so I wasn’t directly in front of her in case she moved forward, but so my erection was still obscured by my knee. “I want you to rub and twist your wrists against each other until you feel the rope slacken.”
Emma obeyed, and her shoulders shifted as she moved.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked. “It doesn’t feel like it’s getting looser.”
I couldn’t see what she was doing, but my erection hadn’t deflated at all and I didn’t want to risk standing up, so I nodded.
