Alex and Becca · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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Becca stretched out her arm and grabbed her phone. But… what was she supposed to say? How the hell was she supposed to explain this situation?
Brett was at a pivotal moment in the campaign when he felt his phone buzz. The notification showed Becca's name and a message truncated at "I'm really sorry but…" Oh dear, he thought. But this is the risk you take when you rent out your house – things are bound to get broken. How bad could it be? A natural-twenty later, and the Ice Fiend had been put to rest, and Brett was ready to give Becca's message his full attention.
"Oh my God!"
The sudden, repeated buzzing made Becca drop her phone. Why was he calling?! And how was she supported to talk to him with this– Her eyes landed on Alex. She remembered her disappointment at not being able to lock his gag, and now she wasn't so disappointed by it. She squeezed the release valve on the pump dangling from his face, his cheeks slowly deflating. She reached behind his head and unbuckled and pulled the gag from his mouth.
While Alex was stretching his jaw, Becca switched the phone to speaker mode and placed it on the floor between them.
"Oh my God, Becca, I'm SO sorry!" The voice came from the phone.
Silence. Why wasn't Alex talking?
"Becca? Oh my God, are you okay?"
Becca stared at Alex, her eyebrows raised emphatically. She pointed at the ball in her mouth, as if to say 'do you really expect me to do the talking?!'.
"Are you there? Please tell me you're okay!"
She pointed at Alex and mimed talking with her hand.
"Err… Hey…" Alex finally forced the words from his mouth. "So, umm…" He literally had no idea how to explain this mess. And he really didn't want to be the one explaining it. "We found that… box. In your wardrobe. And, um… We're kinda stuck. We can't get the 'KEYS' box open…"
"Oh my God, Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"
Alex couldn't quite fathom why Brett was the one apologising, or why he was doing so much of it. After all, they shouldn't have been snooping, and they definitely shouldn't have been USING Brett's toys.
"The thing is… I have this… arrangement," Brett explained. "I've got this… this 'friend', Darren. He's the only one who can open the key box."
While Alex was puzzling over why Brett would have such an arrangement, Becca was frozen solid. She had already figured out what this meant, what was going to happen. This friend, this Darren, he would have to come over, he would have to set them free, and he would see them – Becca and Alex – he would see them… like THIS!
"I'm going to hang up now, and I'm going to call Darren," said Brett, "and I'm going to ask him to come and unlock you, like, RIGHT away. Okay?"
That's when reality finally hit Alex. "Oh. Right."
"Don't worry. Darren's… he doesn't look it, but Darren's really nice. Okay, I'm going to call him right now! Don't worry, okay. It's going to be OKAY. Okay, bye!"
"Shit." Despite Brett's repeated use of the word 'okay', Alex did not, in fact, feel like things were okay.
Becca was in shock. She wasn't ready for something like this, being seen like this. Suddenly she was all too aware of how short her skirt was. Worse than that, the spreader bar held her legs apart. She wasn't wearing panties and she couldn't close her legs, and no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she pulled, she couldn't make her skirt long enough to cover her. This guy, this stranger was going to come in here, and he was going to see her like this. He was going to see her naked pussy. She didn't want him to come over. She didn't want him to see. But it was the only way she would be free. Tears were pooling in her eyes.
Alex saw. He saw Becca desperately trying to lower her skirt. He saw the tears in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking. He knew he had to do something. He had to protect her. He dug his knees into the carpet, and wiggled his hips, and he pushed himself along. Like a snake, he slithered towards her, moving himself between her spread thighs. If she couldn't cover herself, then he would cover her with his own body. He was more naked, more restrained, but he at least had his face covered. That felt like something.
Alex rested his head on Becca's lap. He looked up at her with kindness in his eyes, "I won't let him see." A tear ran down Becca's cheek. If she could have spoken, she might have said 'thank you'. Instead, she just patted his head.
Brett had called Darren with some urgency, and tried to impress upon him how important this was. Unfortunately, Brett knew all too well that Darren wasn't one to rush. He would turn up when he was ready.
"I really am sorry about… last night," said Alex. "I should have been more careful. I really fucked up."
Becca let out a sigh. Next to their current situation, that all seemed so small. A mistake and an inconvenience. Nothing more.
"And I want you to know," Alex continued, "I'll support you, whatever you decide to do."
Becca let out an involuntary snort. She'd already taken care of that particular problem. Still, she found his naive offer strangely endearing. She gently stroked his head through the hood. It was at least nice to know he cared.
"I know I've been pretty… fucking useless recently. For a while really." His face was turned away from her, his eyes fixed on the wall. It was the only way he would be able to get the words out.
"I let the lay off and all that… I've taken you for granted. I know I have. And I've been treating you like a… like you're my mum. Making you do all the cooking and cleaning and… EVERYTHING. While I've just been moping around. And you're working a full time job!"
Becca raised an eyebrow. He'd really figured it out. He really got it. Oh no… he'd really figured it out – the 'mummy' stuff. Her face turned red.
"I want to be better. I'm GOING to be better." He looked her straight in the eyes and smiled, "I'm going to start taking care of YOU from now on."
He's such a jerk, she thought. Why did he have to say all this now? But she wasn't thinking about Darren anymore. She hadn't even realised. She felt her heart swell; she looked in Alex's eyes, and she knew he meant every word. She wished she could say 'thank you'. She contorted herself down towards Alex and pressed the ball in her mouth against the top of his head. That would have to do for a kiss.
Alex returned the kiss in the only place he could, his lips pressed between her legs. Becca gasped, then let out a moan. Alex chuckled, "you liked that, huh?" He repeated the action, and Becca giggled with excitement. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done this for her. He continued kissing her, running his tongue over her. His cock was swelling inside the chastity cage and it didn't matter. Right now, this – Becca – was the most important thing in the world.
All of Becca's worries were melting away. The world disappeared. Alex's tongue, and the pleasure he brought with it, was the only thing that mattered. Time slipped into infinity, an ocean of ecstasy that rose and rose…
BANG BANG BANG.
Alex froze. "Shit. Should I stop?"
Why now? Becca was so close. Why did he have to show up right now? She grabbed Alex's head with both hands and held his mouth tight between her thighs. She wasn't going to let this get away. She just had to finish before– "Hi. It's Darren," a voice called out. "Brett said you needed help."
His voice sent a jolt of panic through Becca's whole body. He was going to come upstairs and he was going to find them. Her heart was pounding. He was going to see her. He was going to come in and see her like this, doing this. She was an office worker, a finance professional, and a member of polite society. And all this guy was going to see was some pervert. Some slut, in bondage and a slutty dress, getting eaten out by her naked, tied up boyfriend. He was going to–
A heavy footstep hit the bottom of the stairs, and it reverberated through Becca, beating an orgasmic rhythm between her legs. It spread through to her finger tips and her toes and her face. She tried to hold in her moaning. She didn't want the man to hear. She was now grateful for the gag that was locked between her lips. Her body went limp, wanting to drop flat onto her back. But the chain, the umbilical connecting her to Alex wouldn't let her meet the ground.
The footsteps were getting closer. Alex felt the tug on his neck and knew he had to act. He wriggled and shimmied, inching up Becca's body, giving her the slack to fall, until Becca laid flat on her back. Alex was now resting on top of her – his head on her stomach and his chest granting her modesty. "I've got you," he whispered.
There was a tap on the bedroom door, and a gruff voice, "are you decent?"
Alex didn't know how to respond to that. Not even close? The door crept open, until Alex's eyes met the eyes of this man – this saviour. Alex gave a grimacing smile, "hey…"
Darren stood in the doorway, amazed at what he was seeing. A naked bloke in a hood, hog-cuffed on top of this woman. And the woman wearing a familiar pink dress. Both her hands were clutched tight over her face, but he could see the flush of her cheeks and what looked like the straps of a harness gag.
"Looks like you got yourselves in a bit of a mess, yeah?"
The sight of them. It was like nothing he'd seen before. And it was pretty fucking hot. He felt something start to stir within him… No, he thought, better not. Sally would kill him.
"Right," said Darren.
He pulled a key from his pocket, and walked over to pick up the black box. He unlocked it, then set it back down right where he found it.
"I'll leave you to it, then."
No point hanging around, he thought. He had to get back to his fiancee. Heading back down the stair, Darren could have sworn he heard laughter. He chuckled to himself. Good for them, he thought.
Alex looked at Becca, resigned. "One more push?" he said. Becca nodded. And just as they had done before, but now perfectly in sync, Becca scooted along backwards and Alex wormed along on his belly, until they could finally reach the keys – and their freedom. Becca picked through the box until she found the key for Alex's cuffs, and unlocked him. Then she laid down onto her back, her arms splayed out. She would need to catch her breath before she did anything else.
His hands new free, Alex unlocked the chain from his collar, then turned over to unlock the bar from between his legs. Now he could get up and move around. Everything else could wait.
Becca was like a ragdoll. He lifted her ankles to unlock her spreader bar, and when he let them go, they slammed back to the ground with no resistance. He knelt beside her and lifted her upper body onto his lap. He unlocked the collar and all the little locks on the harness gag, and then peeled away all the leather straps and eased the rubber ball from her stiff jaw. She looked up at him with tired eyes and smiled, "thank you."
He stroked her hair flat, and noticed the faint criss-cross of lines about her face, and the deep impression of the metal ring that had pressed between her eyebrows. He hoped that those would fade before work tomorrow. Didn't he read something about that? Shibari deep-dive, after-care, a warm bath dilates the blood vessels and helps the marks fade. He kissed that ring on her forehead and gently lowered Becca back down onto the carpet.
"I'll be right back."
Becca was exhausted; physically, mentally, emotionally. Her shoulders were slumped as she stood and lazily pulled off the pink dress, letting it fall to the ground. She turned to the bed, and flopped down. She held onto the covers and rolled onto her back, wrapping herself like a burrito, warm and cosy in Brett's feather-and-down duvet. It was finally over, and she was wrapped in a cloud.
"Hey," Alex's masked face peered around the door, "I ran you a bath… if you're interested."
Becca pulled the duvet up to bury her face. She didn't want to move. And yet… She threw open the duvet, revealing her unabashed nakedness. She held out her arms to Alex and smiled sweetly, "carry me?"
Alex laughed. "Yeah, okay."
Alex carefully lifted Becca, like a princess, from the bed. She was something precious to him, and she felt safe in his arms. She nuzzled her cheek against the carpet burns on his chest, and whispered "I'm sorry," too quiet for Alex to hear.
"Hey," said Becca, as Alex lowered her into the warm, bubbly bath water. "That mask's kinda creepy. Now that we're not…"
"Ha! Yeah, I guess it is. I'll go take it off."
"Hey," she stopped him as he walked away, "you should take off the…" Becca gestured at Alex's imprisoned penis.
"Sure," he smiled. Alex paused at the bathroom door and looked back, "hey…"
"Yeah?" Becca looked up at him, her eyes filled with an innocent curiosity.
"I love you."
A smile spread across Becca's face. "Yeah," she said, relaxing down into the bath, her head sliding under the water.
Alex chuckled to himself as he left the room. I guess I deserved that, he thought. As his hand touched the bedroom door he was startled by Becca shouting at the top of her lungs, "I LOVE YOU TOO!"
Alex hadn't felt this good, hadn't felt this happy in months. He unlocked and unzipped and pulled off the hood, his face feeling a chill as the sweat evaporated from his face. He unlocked the chastity cage and dropped it in a washing basket. He pulled on some clothes and went about picking up all the toys that were scattered about the room; ones that needed cleaning went in the basket, everything else went back in the box.
He picked up the basket, and the dress that Becca had dropped, and headed down to the kitchen. He would put the dress in the washing machine, clean all the toys that needed cleaning, then put everything back exactly where they had found it. Then he would make dinner.
From now on, this was Alex's purpose. He was going to take care of Becca.
Saturday "Them two that were chained up here the other day, what was that all about?"
"Oh my God, don't."
Brett really wanted to apologise to Alex and Becca in person, to try to smooth things over. They were gone by the time he got home. "They did give me 5 stars and a REALLY big tip, though."
"Ha! I bet they did, the cheeky fuckers. You know that bird was wearing one of your dresses?"
Alex had been very careful to hang up the dress exactly where they had found it. But Brett knew. He couldn't help wondering if Alex and Becca would continue their kinky journey after such a crazy experience. He let out a little laugh at the thought.
"Proper fit that one," said Darren. Then mumbled, "dress looks better on you, mind."
Brett let out a playful gasp, "I didn't know you felt that way!"
"Fuck off," Darren laughed.
Brett caught Darren's eyes and smiled sweetly, "how's Sally?"
Alex and Becca · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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