Bound (open)

[Logan2]

OOC: I don't have a clue where this will lead. So any lady willing to take advantage of this is very welcome.

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He awoke very slowly and blinked twice to get make sure he was allright. The first thing he realized was that he was bound to a bed in a moderate sized room. His feet and hands where tied to the bedposts with some lind of silk scarfs. He was nude which wasn't that hard to figure out since there was a huge mirror on the ceiling which made it much easier to check his body. He seemed to be all right, his short black hair a bit ruffeled but otherwise all of the the 6'2" of his body seemed to be in tip top shape.

This was when he realized the real problem. Not only was he bound to a bed in a room he didn't know, he even didn't know who he was. He tried to force his brain to remember anything but his mind was locked to him.

Then the only door to the room opened and a woman entered.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

OOC - May I?

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She walked into the room where he lay, spread-eagle on the bed. The lights were low, lots of shadows, making the muscles of his body more defined, his face more rugged.

He'd have a headache, she knew. She hated to have had to hurt him to get him here, but it had become necessary at some point as he was a good four inches taller and forty pounds heavier than she.

An exquisite example of a man. Not perfect, not too extreme in any one area of physical beauty, but a superb package.

"Are you ... uncomfortable?" she asked. Pain is relative.

"Where..." he groaned, his voice dry. "Where am I?"

"Shhh, later." She gave him a sip of water, then turned and left him staring at the mirror above him.

 

[Logan2]

The women turned away and he again stared at his reflection in the mirror and thought about who he was and what he was doing here. He tried to remember anything before he awoke here but his mind was blank in that regard. He could understand her and some basic concepts and a language where there but that was about all.

He tried again to talk to her.

"Who am I? Who are you?" his throat felt a bit better after the warter but his voice still rang unfamiliar in his ears.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

When she reached the door, he spoke again. More confused than he should be, she thought, but the effect wears off.

She turned to look at him again. "Don't think about it. If you do not remember tomorrow, I will explain."

don't get attached to him, she thought. you know what's going to happen to him...

Nonetheless, she went back and put a light blanket over him. "The lights and thermostat are voice activated," she explained, demonstrating. "You should sleep. The drugs will wear off."

She touched his arm. She wanted to lean down and kiss him goodnight.... No, that would not be appropriate...

She left the lights dimmed, and went out the door, trying not to think about the man. She knew his name, of course. She knew everything about him. Things he would never believe someone could know.

Things that she liked.

Locking the door with a passcard and thumbprint, she went down a long hallway toward the elevators, then up two floors to her office and suite. They paid her handsomely for her skills, making convenience a priority wherever possible.

On her desk were copies of what could be put to paper about the man. Details such as financial statements, background, his speeding ticket two years ago, the bracelet he'd bought for his girlfriend and not for his wife. Everything... and then some.

His 8 x 10 glossy photos caught her eye. One was with the girlfriend in an expensive downtown hotel in Chicago. Yes, she was the sort of woman a man had exquisite sex with, but wouldn't want to marry.

She turned out the lights and went to her suite, undressed and slipped between the cool sheets.

What would happen if she didn't go through with this, she thought.

 

[LibraStud]

He heard the elevator door “bing” as it opened on his floor. He ran to his door again, four times now, hoping to see her through the tiny peephole. I am such a male slut, he thought. I know she must be off again on one of her clandestine assignments.

It was her.

Jason had recently moved across the hall from her. He luckily made his new home in this tall Illinois skyscraper. He was very shy on the outside, but, as few women knew, on the inside he was a dominant man. How can I meet her? he questioned himself.

She entered her five touch tones into the keypad. He already had the first three tones written down, eyeing her from the side for weeks. The door unlocked electrically with a “click.” She swayed inside, walking as if trying to lure him to follow behind her. How does she know I am watching?

He stood at the peephole for what seemed like hours, the round hole tattooing a circle around his left eye. Finally the light from under the door went out. Jason imagined being in her room, enjoying her undressing for him.

He planned to approach her employer soon. The thought of her detailing his life, as she had done other men, kept him awake for hours. He planned to decorate his apartment door with an attractive seasonal wreath. Perhaps long-necked swans nesting on an evergreen base, and red and white ribbons. Yes, that will pique her fancy, he thought.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

Going to her suite, as she had several nights recently, she had a vague sense of being watched... Nothing serious, just more than a casual glance here or there. Usually when she was about the building, most of its residential tenents were asleep.

Leave it to her employer to put such a sensitive project in a residential and commercial highrise.

She removed the gun from her holster and secured it in a lock box beside her bed. Then she peeled off her blazer, leaving just a maroon silk camisole beneath, then slid her slacks down and kicked them off with her shoes. She was looking forward to a long hot shower and some time to think about her life.

Last time was supposed to be her last assignment. They promised, whoever "they" were. But the assigment had not gone well. It had been a disaster, as a matter of fact, and she had the scars to prove it.

She ran water into the oversized tub and then looked at herself in the mirror. The scar across the side of her flat belly was still red. She knew she was lucky. The man wielding the knife had not been. Still, his value to the company had been great, and her commitment to make up the loss had been relayed to her without choices.

 

[Logan2]

She had left and he was alone again without any clue who he was, what he did here and where he was.


She had shown him how to regulate the temprature and lights with his voice and he dimmed the lights a bit so his eyes didn't hurt that much.


"Don't think about it. If you do not remember tomorrow, I will explain." she had said and he really hoped he would remember things by himself, since he didn't know if he could trust her. What he had seen from her looked much to beautifull to belong to an honest woman.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

As the water cascaded down her body, her thoughts turned back to the man she'd just left.

Nathan Winter was 31 years old, physically not in prime condition but he would be in a week or so. He had dark blondish hair and a short beard that almost disappeared against his skin. What was most striking about him was the grey eyes. Oddly unblue and disturbing against the color of his skin, like a steel ball in a setting of a gold ring.

It was the eyes that had set him apart from three other candidates, all in better physical shape. One was so damned beautiful she'd thought about taking him for her own. She figured the UK might miss one of their star triathletes, though. Probably best not to stir up international relations just for her own lust, but he was found to have had a daughter. Someone besides the athletic commission would have missed him.

Nathan, however, had no one. His parents were dead, no siblings. A job well beneath is capabilities.

Sometimes it doesn't pay to have no one to miss you.

No one knew that better than she did.