Hannah (6 page)

By the time
Tom woke, she was sitting as calmly as she could, drinking
coffee.

“Morning
sleepy,” she said as she bent down and pealed the duct tape from
around his head.

Tom spat out
Hannah’s dirty underwear and slowly got his stiff jaw moving.

“What’s the
time, did I spend all night in here?”

“Yes, all
night under my lock and key, held captive by a girl,” she said with
a slightly false laugh.

Tom smiled at
the thought as he struggled to climb out of the trunk with the
fiddle and the cuffs still locked in place. He finally climbed out,
but could only sit helplessly on the floor.

“Any chance of
getting out of these?” he asked rattling the restraints.

“Maybe,”
Hannah replied as she crossed her legs and turned away to check her
phone.

He started to
notice the discomfort caused by the lack of movement, particularly
in his arms. He climbed to his knees and shuffled along until he
was next to her stool and looked up his jailer. Shit, she looked
sexy. He loved those jeans, they made her butt look out of this
world.

“Oh my, where
did I put the keys?” she said, trying to sound as casual as
possible.

Tom watched
Hannah as she glanced around the room as if trying to locate the
keys. Although after a little more theatrics, Hannah stood up and
pulled some keys from the back pocket of her jeans.

“I hope I
haven’t bent the keys by sitting on them,” she said as she took her
time inspecting each key to find the right one.

Tom smiled and
raised his eyebrows slightly.

“And if you
make one comment about the size of my butt, then I’ll lock you back
in the trunk,” Hannah smiled as if knowing what he was
thinking.

With plenty of
further theatrics, Hannah slowly unlocked the fiddle and the foot
cuffs, but left the handcuffs in place. She then tucked the keys
back into her pocket and sat back down, pinning the keys beneath
her.

“You forgot
these,” Tom said holding up his chained hands.

“I thought it
might be more fun if you tried to pick those locks.”

“Pick these!
Have you seen just how complicate the key is? There’s no way.”

“Now, don’t be
such a defeatist,” she smiled as she stood up and placed her bare
foot down on the cuff chain, thereby pinning his hands to the
floor, “I’ll even give you a hair clip.”

Hannah fetched
a hair clip from her room and dropped it on the floor next to where
Tom was still kneeling. She then started to walk around her
apartment, cleaning up from the night before.

Tom played
along and straightened out the clip and inserted it into the lock
on one of the cuffs. For a few moments his positive attitude got
the better of him and he tried in earnest to open it. However, a
few minutes later reality kicked in and he threw the hair clip
across the room. It was a pointless exercise.

“Hannah, this
isn’t going to work.”

“That’s a
shame, I thought we could go out for breakfast,” she replied while
straightening the sofa cushions.

“We can, the
cuff key is in your pocket!”

“I guess if
you can’t get out of your cuffs, then we’ll have to stay in.”

She was
starting to drive him crazy and so he stood up walked over to her.
Hannah saw him coming and gracefully ducked under his arms and
skipped into her bedroom. Tom, his legs still stiff from a night in
confinement, followed her more slowly.

“Hannah, the
key?” Tom asked as he cornered her in her bedroom.

“Silly me,
have I got your key,” she giggled as she ducked inside his cuffed
arms and kissed him on the lips. Tom gazed into her dark eyes and
hardly noticed as she pushed him backwards so that they both fell
on to the bed. Hannah finally ducted out from inside his arms, sat
astride him and pulled out the key.

“What’s it
worth?” she asked, dangling it above him.

“Not tickling
you to death,” he smiled as he lifted her t-shirt and tickled her
around the waist.

Hannah burst
into laughter and had to slide forward until she was sitting on his
chained hands to stop him.

“OK, OK,” she
giggled as she slipped the key into one of the cuff locks and
released his wrist.

However,
instead of unlocking his second wrist, she simply relocked the
first cuff around the metal bed frame. Before Tom could react,
Hannah had jumped up and with her back to Tom, slipped the key into
her back pocket and started wiggling her hips from side to side.
With one hand tethered to the bed, Tom tried to vain to reach
her.

“Looks as
though we’re having breakfast in, I’ll go pick up some
coffees.”

Once again she
had him helplessly chained up, she was getting quite a knack for
it.

“Can I have
the hair clip then?” he asked.

“Sure,” Hannah
purred as she blew him a kiss and left the flat.

Hannah
returned with takeaway coffees and they sat together on her bed to
drink. Once they had finished, Tom grabbed Hannah and pulled her
pink t-shirt up and over her head, no mean feat for a guy chained
by one wrist to the bed. Encountering little resistance, he started
to unbutton her jeans and one handed started to ease them down over
her hips. A few seconds later he was on top of her and they were
making out. Again it was incredible and she orgasmed within
seconds.

Hannah finally
got to her feet and walked totally naked over to the bathroom. She
then stopped, turned around and picked up her jeans and threw them
out into the lounge and out of reach of the bed.

“You didn’t
have to do that,” Tom said, his plan to distract her and get the
keys having failed.

“You’ve got
your hair clip, now get to work.” she purred, stepping into the
shower.

Hannah stood
in the shower debating whether or not she should share her next
idea with Tom. It was a bit extreme, but the thought of doing it
really excited her. So far Tom had played along with her
suggestion, so maybe it would work.

Hannah
towelled dry and then, to maximise her chances of success, dressed
in the short yellow dress that she knew Tom liked. She returned to
the bed and sat astride Tom’s waist.

“I was just
wondering,” Hannah said as she played absentmindedly with the cuff
that was locked to the bed, “.... whether you wanted to try
something else...... maybe try a safe?”

Tom laughed
out loud with surprise. “What? Well, I’m not sure. Anyway I
wouldn’t fit.”

“You’d fit in
the one at the advertising agency where I tempt. It’s Sunday so
we’d have it all to ourselves,” Hannah replied hesitantly, although
now wishing that she hadn’t said anything.

Tom thought of
what to say next. So far Hannah’s crazy ideas had been fun, but
surely this was too extreme. Also was it dangerous? Would he be
able to breathe? What if the safe wouldn’t open again? What it
Hannah chose not to let him out.

At that
moment, Hannah slid further up his body, until she was sitting
astride his chest. Tom’s attention quickly moved from the risks of
her latest idea and back to her sexy legs and that yellow dress.
Tom tried to kiss her legs, but Hannah kept them tantalisingly just
of reach.

“What about we
just go and look, I won’t close the door unless you tell me.”

Still fixated
by the dress, Tom just nodded without really thinking.

While still
sitting on top of him, Hannah unlocked the cuff from around Tom’s
wrist. Finally seeing his chance for freedom, Tom quickly pushed
her over on to the bed and lay on top of her. It was amazing how
different and less threatening she looked on the rare occasions
when she didn’t have him chained up.

Hannah led Tom
on the twenty minute walk to her work. They walked through the
unmanned reception, took the lift to the fifth floor and then
opened the door with her pass card. As promised, there was a large
safe that the agency used to store original designs, although for
whatever reason it was currently empty.

Hannah took
the key from her boss’s office and turned it in the lock. She then
typed in a code, which with hindsight Tom wished he had watched,
and then pulled open the heavy door. Inside was a space 3 foot by 3
foot and 4 foot high. As Hannah had promised it was easily big
enough to accommodate him.

“OK, just sit
inside and see what it feels like,” Hannah said, with her ankles
crossed and nervously slipping one high heeled shoe on and off.

Tom opened the
door a little wider and then carefully climbed in and sat down with
his knees drawn up in front of him. He looked around at three sides
of solid steel and one side of Hannah fidgeting in her yellow
dress.

“Well it has a
great view of your legs,” he smiled as she reached out to
touch.

“Not now,”
Hannah slapped his hand away, “I want to know what you think.”

“I’m not sure,
it’s a bit scary.”

“What if I
close the door a bit, I promise I won’t lock it.”

“Umm,
well..... OK.”

Hannah stepped
back and slowly pushed the door until there was only an inch of
light between the frame of the safe and the door. Tom reached out a
hand to steady it and to make sure that she didn’t close it all the
way by accident. Hannah crouched down and looked through the gap
where the interior was still lid by a small bulb.

“OK,” Tom said
slightly nervously, that’s far enough.

“See you have
plenty of room.”

“It’s not the
space I’m worried about, it’s the fact that I’d be completely
helpless.”

“I’ve had you
helplessly locked up before.”

“I know, but
this is somehow more helpless.”

Hannah stood
up and looked at the almost closed safe. She was so turned on by
the thought of locking him in and was desperate to hear the
mechanism click closed. She had already decided that she would sit
on top of the safe and masturbate, but all that was academic if he
wouldn’t let her lock him in.

Hannah was
standing only inches from the door, a quick flick of her hips would
be enough to push it closed. Oh she was so tempted, but even Hannah
knew that wouldn’t be fair. She would have to take the other
approach. She pulled open the door and stood in front of the safe
with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.

“Kiss my
foot,” she ordered, her sexual energy overcoming all her
nerves.

Tom smiled and
duly compiled and then worked his way up her legs as directed. By
the time he kissed her inner thigh, his head was inside the yellow
dress and the dress was working its spell on Tom. Hannah knew the
moment was right.

“Are you ready
for me to lock you in the safe?”

Hannah had to
squeeze her thighs together, squashing his head, to get his
attention, but Tom clearly said yes.

“Inside,” she
ordered.

“OK.”

“Right, I’m
going to lock you in.”

Completely
aroused, Tom complied, his eyes still on her body. Hannah pushed
the safe door to and checked to make sure Tom wasn’t protesting.
She only waited a couple of seconds, but to her that was enough.
She stood next to the safe and with a flick of her hips, pushed
against the door with enough force to lock it.

Hannah’s mouth
was dry as she pulled off her knickers, threw then to the floor and
then jumped up and sat down on top of the safe. Her first touch
made her cry out loud. She startled herself, but soon realised that
no one could hear. The office was empty and Tom was behind three
inches of steel.

Tom sat inside
in the dark, unaware of the girl touching herself above him. He
couldn’t hear or see anything; to him the world had stopped. But to
his surprise he wasn’t freaking out. All thoughts had left him, he
couldn’t even picture where he lived or anything else from the real
world. The only image filling his mind was Hannah, her voice, her
laugh, her figure, her cute face, her legs and the yellow dress.
Time was standing still.

What neither
of them knew was that Hannah’s boss had just walked past reception
and was making her way up in the lift. Within less than a minute
she would be with them.

***

Chapter
6

She sits, he’s
caged

The lift doors
opened and Emma walked out into the office that she had run for the
past three year. She was about to turn 35 and was a total career
girl. She was dressed in blue jeans and a tight bright pink top,
her long black hair up in a pony tail.

She saw Hannah
sitting on top of the safe.

“Hi Hannah.
What are you doing in today?”

Hannah quickly
crossed her legs and pulled down her skirt, hoping desperately that
her boss hadn’t noticed that she was naked underneath.

“Err.... just
waiting for a friend to call and umm... going for a drink in town,”
she muttered nervously.

Emma didn’t
seem to notice anything was wrong as she walked into her office and
started rummaging through papers on her desk.

“Have you seen
my locker key, I need to change into my running kit.... it was
attached to the safe key I think.”

The key ring
that her boss was looking for was on the floor in front of the safe
where Hannah had dropped it in her hurry to touch herself. Hannah
quickly jumped down off the safe and was about to grab the keys
when she saw her underwear also lying in plain view on the floor.
In a split second decision, Hannah first grabbed her panties and
only then grabbed the keys, however by this time Emma was already
coming out of her office.

“I really
should take better care of these!” Emma said as she took the keys
from Hannah’s hand and stuffed them into the front pocket of her
jeans.

Hannah was in
shock. Tom was locked inside the safe and her bitch of a boss had
just walked off with the only keys. She’d only been Tom’s
girlfriend for a matters of days and now she was about to be
responsible for his slow and painful death. Hannah watched with
panic as Emma walked into the lift and the doors closed behind
her.