Here is a short story I'm going to be working on. I hope you enjoy it.
"Thank you. Come again." Devon said to the customer as they were leaving.
The door shut with a jingle and Devon was all alone in the hardware store. Devon looked around the store just to be sure. He walked around the counter and looked outside the front door. The previous customer was already in their car and pulling out. No one looked to be entering the store again anytime soon. Devon smirked and headed to the back of the store.
It was a Tuesday evening and the the sun close to setting. It had been a slow day with only a few customers for the whole day and little extra work to catch up on. Devon would have been bored out of his mind were he working the store alone. He pushed the door to the back room open, stepped it, and let it shut behind him. He stopped and stared into pair of green eyes staring back into his blue.
"Leh meh uph." She muffled through three strips of duct tape.
"Leah, you know the rules. Not until after we close." Devon replied. "Or until you can escape."
Leah sighed deeply. She struggled against her bonds once again, but with a lot less enthusiasm she had before. White nylon rope bound her wrists to the sides of the chair she was tied to. Her long, toned blue jean clad legs were tied to the chair legs at the ankles. Rope wound tightly around her chest and the chair back, highlighting her ample breasts in her work uniform t-shirt. The same t-shirt Devon wore, only smaller and tighter.
The back room was about the size of the front of the store with shelves lining the walls. The main outer wall had two closed garage doors that lead to the loading docks. A single forklift was parked by the gates. Several chairs were scattered around. Two other doors were situated across from one another on the wall shared with the front end. One to the bathroom and the other to the break room. Leah sat in an open space between the two rooms. A few feet from her was a table that held a roll of duct tape and several lengths of rope.
Devon walked circles around Leah as she tried to free herself. She was completely helpless, tightly bound and gagged. Her muffles and moans filled the room as she pulled at her bonds. The chair shifted around as she wiggled. Her bound breasts bounced in her struggles, which Devon liked. His pleasure in her predicament was noticed by her. He loved to see her soft firm body in ropes. He loved the control. She was slightly annoyed having been bound and gagged for so long, but she loved the struggle. She loved the helplessness. Were they not at work, Devon would be doing more than just watching.
In her struggles, her hair fell into her face. Devon pulled her black hair back behind her ears for her. He looked at her with lust in his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her gagged lips. "Keep trying." He laughed.
"Mphuck wu!" Leah muffled
She and Devon were convinced that she was not getting loose. She was slightly frustrated her her boyfriend/co-worker for talking her into this tie up game. There was plenty of rope and duct tape in the hardware store and they were bored. She thought she would be able to escape from the chair tie, but after about 5 hours, she was so very wrong. So Devon had left her like this while he helped the few customers that had come in. She would be mortified if anyone found out what they were doing, but the possibility of getting caught was part of the thrill. If someone peeked through the window to the back room someone would see her.
Devon could not help but look her up and down again. Her hip hugging jeans and tight t-shirt gave a great definition of her body's curves and the bondage only accentuated her body.Her breasts stuck out and her squeezed by the rope. He envied the rope around her chest. He ran his finger along the rope above her breasts. The front door opened with a jingle and Devon lifted his finger to his smiling lips. He left Leah bound and gagged in the back room once again and headed for the front. "How may I help you today?" Devon asked as he spotted the customer.
"Shut up and don't move!" A person wearing a black ski mask yelled while aiming a gun at Devon.
To Be Continued