Anh was still asleep. Sebastian wanted to be left alone.

I was bored, so I took the elevator down to the next floor and barged in on the boys training.

They were dressed in sweats and wifebeaters. Johnny held martial arts pads as Connor punched and kicked with the fury of an MMA fighter. I had to admit, even though I thought it was slightly over the top for Connor to train so hard, he did look damn good doing it.

Johnny threw down the pads and picked up a fake rubber knife. “What’s the rule?”

“Situational awareness. Identify the threat,” Connor recited as he crouched down, panting, arms out in front of him. “Disarm, then disable – ”

Before he got the final word out, Johnny lunged.

It was like watching an action movie. Connor side-stepped out of the path of the knife, then slammed his arm down on Johnny’s wrist. A split second later, Connor swung his elbow up, aiming right for Johnny’s face –

Except Johnny wasn’t there. He had stepped off to the side, out of reach. Now he slashed the knife in a semi-circle, trying to cut Connor’s torso.

Connor arched his body out of the path of the blade, then came in swinging.

“Okay!” Johnny said right before Connor drove a fist into his jaw. Connor stopped. “Excellent. With most guys, you would’ve ended the fight with that elbow to the face.”

“Lily!” Johnny said as he saw me come in. “Wanna train?”

“Nope,” I said as I looked Connor up and down. “Just came to see the man candy.”

“Too bad,” Johnny said, and grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the floor. “You know the rule.”

The rule was, you enter the dojo, you train in the dojo.

I’d been bored enough that I’d chosen to disregard it.

“I’ll just leave, then,” I said, heading for the elevator.

“Not so fast,” Johnny said, and grabbed me by the arm.

I have to give Johnny credit: as soon as he put hands on me, my training kicked in. I spun to the side, leaned over, and kicked out sideways.

He quickly danced out of range, but that’s because he was expecting it. Anybody else and I would have broken their knee, making it bend in a direction God never intended.

“Good!” Johnny enthused. But like a magician who redirects your attention with sleight of hand, grabbing my arm hadn’t been the real objective.

Whrrrrr CLICK.

Getting the handcuffs on my wrist was the goal – and he’d succeeded.

“Aw maaaaan!” I whined as I tried to pull away from him. The metal bracelet was fastened around my left wrist, and he held the other end like a very short, silver leash. “Come on!”

“You know the rule,” Johnny said mischievously. He ran around me trying to grab my other arm so he could handcuff both my wrists, and then make me get out.

I twirled around, not giving him access to my other arm. “Come on, Johnny, I’m tired.”

“Best time to train,” Johnny said. “You probably won’t be at peak performance when an actual emergency arises.”

Suddenly he shot an arm out. Again, I reacted the way he’d taught me: I batted it out of the way with a smack of my forearm.

“Great!” he shouted – and then pulled me in close using the handcuff, throwing me off balance.

When I tried to use my free arm to keep from falling over, he grabbed it and –

Whrrrrr CLICK.

I was handcuffed.

“JOHNNY!” I yelled, seriously miffed.

He stepped back, folded his arms, and grinned. “Go on.”

I sighed, although it was more of a Grrrrrr. Then I reached up into my hair and pulled out a bobby pin.

I’d worn a few ever since Johnny had started teaching me, precisely for this reason: because he liked to surprise me and suddenly handcuff me to a chair or a car door or something stupid like that. The few times I hadn’t had a bobby pin on me, he’d let me sit for half an hour yelling at him in frustration. I’d since learned my lesson.

“You suck,” I muttered.

I removed the plastic nibs at the metal ends, then bent the pin until I had a tiny ‘L.’ Then I put the ‘L’ into the keyhole, bent it until the tip unlocked the ratchet –

Zzzzzzz. 30 seconds, beginning to end.

Connor and Johnny both clapped.

“I think that’s a new record,” Johnny beamed.

I unlocked the other cuff and dropped them on the floor, like I was a rock star dropping a mic. BOOM. “Can I go now?” I asked sarcastically.

“Actually, I think I’m done for the evening,” Connor said. “You can go on up, Johnny.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Go spend some time with Anh,” he said, winking.

“Won’t argue with that,” Johnny said.

In a moment, Connor and I were alone.

“Everything okay?” Connor asked as he toweled the sweat out of his hair.

I caught a whiff of him as he came closer. Funny – even when he objectively smelled bad, I still thought he smelled good. Like, rawr, jump his bones good.

“Yeah, just bored,” I said, though now I was feeling a little horny.

“Really?” Connor asked, dubious. He bent over, picked up the handcuffs I’d dropped, and started toying with them, running the circular part through the cuff. Rrrr click… rrr click…

I considered telling him about Sebastian and Javier, but I’d kinda sorta promised not to tell. Even though it was killing me, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just bored.”

“Not worried about Miranda tomorrow?”

The mention of her name ran through me like an electric shock. I’d forgotten about dinner, but now all the unpleasantness came rushing back.

“No,” I said, though I didn’t sound all that convincing.

“I can tell her to go fuck herself if you want.”

“I was serious when I said I’m not a fragile flower,” I said, annoyed.

“I know.” He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist. “It’s just… I don’t know how I’d react if I had to deal with one of your evil exes all the time.”

“Yeah you do. You’d be Mr. Confident Billionaire Badass and intimidate the hell out of him so he’d leave me alone forever.”

“Yeah… that’s true, I’d totally do that,” he said, looking up into the distance like he was actually giving it serious thought.

I smacked him on the arm. “Whatever. I don’t even have any evil exes. Just dopey ones.”

He grinned, then gathered me into his arms and looked down at me. “You don’t have to be some badass chick around Miranda, you know.”

I gave him an annoyed look. “What, are you saying I’m not a badass chick?”

“No, I’m not saying that. But I think it’s fair to say that Miranda is a match even for me.”

“You really believe that?”

“Naw. I was just saying that to make you feel better.”

I smacked his arm again playfully. “I’m a match for you.”

“True.” He bent down, his hands at my side as we kissed, slowly and tenderly. Then he pulled back and said, “I definitely found my match when I met you.”

“Awww…”

I closed my eyes and tiptoed up to kiss him again –

When I heard whhhhrr click and felt cold metal close around both my wrists.

I looked at him in shock.

He started laughing.

I flexed my arms, but they were cuffed behind my back.

“You ASSHOLE!” I yelled at him – but I was half-laughing, too.           

“Should’ve listened to Johnny,” he admonished me as he lifted up my blouse and started caressing my skin, tickling me the slightest.

Unhh…

“Why’s that?” I challenged him.

“Because bad things can happen when you’re not paying attention,” he said, his hands roaming up my body and clutching my breasts over my bra.

“What sorts of bad things?” I asked, breathing harder.

“All sorts of bad things,” he said, as he pulled down one side of my bra, exposing my nipple, and began to suck.

I moaned as he grabbed my ass with both hands, all while he kept sucking on my nipple with his mouth.

“Really bad things?” I asked in a whisper.

“Really bad things,” he said as he unzipped my skirt and pulled both it and my panties to the floor.

I stepped out of my skirt. “Like what?” I asked, my voice tremulous.

“Like this,” he said, parting my legs with his hands, and put his head between my thighs.

I stood there, my head thrown back, and just savored the feeling of his tongue, hot and wet, parting my lips. He slipped the tip of his tongue inside me, then slowly trailed upwards until he reached my clit, which he began to caress in lazy, soft circles.

My thighs were trembling – and then suddenly he stopped.

I looked at him in surprise as he stood up in front of me. Then I gasped as he picked me up, carried me to a gymnastics pad on the floor, and laid me down with my hands still bound behind my back.

Then he got down between my legs and went back to work.

My body writhed and bucked beneath his lips, but I couldn’t do much – my arms were pinned behind me against the padding. It was a delicious sensation – my complete helplessness to do anything but lie there as his tongue entered me and stroked inside me, then slipped back out so he could suck on my clit with his lips.

I could strain as much as I wanted, expend as much energy as I wanted, but nothing could keep him from going down on me.

Within just a couple of minutes, I came. Loudly. My whole body lifted off the gymnastics mat as every muscle between my thighs contracted in glorious, ecstatic release.

Seconds after I finally stopped screaming, he licked two of his fingers, got them dripping wet, and sloooowly eased them inside me – all while he continued to suck my clit. He alternated between licking and sucking, all while his fingers moved in and out of me, slowly stroking my g-spot with his fingers.

I came again, this time with my legs wrapped around his shoulders. My eyes rolled back in my head as I screamed.

He finally came up for air and grinned. “Alright… now you’re going to do something for me.”

“Wh… what?” I panted, my body heaving.

He stood up, and I saw he had a massive erection beneath his sweatpants. I was instantly turned on again, and wanted nothing more than to see it – and have it inside me.

He granted the first wish, stripping off his clothes so that he stood naked there in front of me, beads of sweat on his chest and rock-hard abs. Every muscle was starkly outlined in the light of the workout room – including that glorious, veiny cock, straining up to the ceiling with its swollen pink head.

“Pull your legs through the cuffs,” he ordered.

I lifted my legs like I was doing crunches, moved the metal chain over my ass, and stepped through the loop like I’d been instructed. Now my handcuffs were in front of me.

“Good,” he grunted, then lifted me effortlessly off the gymnastics mat. I was waiting for him to immediately ease me down on his cock – but instead he carried me over to a piece of exercise equipment, a piece of machinery for doing pull-downs. There was a central metal beam that jutted out of the wall, and underneath it a pulley and a bar.

While he gripped my body to his naked torso with one arm, he used his other hand to unfasten the pulley and the bar and let them fall to the ground. Then he took my arms, lifted them, and placed the handcuff chain over the metal beam. Now I was dangling midair, my arms over my head, my feet dangling almost a foot off the floor.

In reality, having all my weight on the cuffs would have hurt my wrists like hell – except he didn’t let that happen. He supported my weight with his massive hands, but I was still powerless. He could do whatever he wanted with me.

And he did.

First he put his fingers in my mouth. I stared at him lustfully as I deepthroated them, getting them wet up to his knuckles.

He applied the moisture from my tongue to the head of his cock, getting it wet. Then he lifted each of my thighs with his hands and brought me sliding across the metal beam towards him. He slowly lined up his cock with the entrance to my pussy… and sank deep inside me.

“Ohhhhhh!” I screamed as he entered me, not from pain, but from the complete turn-on of being his slave – of being completely helpless as he took me.

He grasped my ass and massaged it with both hands as he plunged deep inside me, over and over, his pelvis slapping my thighs as he thrust vigorously, violently. I screamed as I dangled there midair, unable to do anything but take his cock and just enjoy the size of it, the girth of it, as it filled me up relentlessly.

He supported my body with one arm, and with the other grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat. He bit my neck, sucked my tits as I screamed in ecstasy, my orgasm building and then exploding throughout my body, propelled by my helplessness and the savage pleasure he took in possessing every inch of me.

Then, at the very end, he forced my face towards his, and he kissed me roughly as his cock swelled and climaxed. He screamed into my mouth and I screamed into his as I felt him spurt inside me.

We stayed like that for a few minutes in a kind of S&M tableau: me dangling from the metal beam by the handcuffs, him standing there naked, his arms around me, his still-hard cock inside me. He gradually pulled me down from the bar and gently laid me on the gymnastics padding. He withdrew his cock and then collapsed next to me, his lips softly kissing my ear.

“If that’s what happens when I’m handcuffed… I’m never using bobby pins again,” I whispered.