Synchronized

No. No.

No.

I refuse to get tied up again.

Twice was enough for one lifetime.

...Okay then, a very nice principle, but... What can I actually do here? How do I take control of the situation again?

She was still pointing the gun at me, seemingly waiting me to react or say something to her demands.

How much time did I have?

...Also, how dangerous was this, actually? I had memorized that particular line about her trait...

"They will eventually want to prove their devotion to the user in the most **** ways, but not by **** or self-harm."

Yeah, but...

How much can I even trust that now? That wasn't holding her back when she was beating up Reagan. Mainly because, to her, it wasn't actually about showing her devotion to me. So... She can still shoot me? Just as long as her crazy mind doesn't consider it devotion or something?

But how the fuck do you draw that line?

Fuck. That line was so fucking pointlessly vague. I seriously need to find out how other users are making their complaints and get that shit changed.

Best abandon that line of thought and just focus on the situation.

First of all... Why was she doing this? She was an art director for a fashion magazine, now she was pointing a gun at an "international spy"? This thing was so convoluted that I couldn't even begin to calculate-

Wait... She was smiling now?

And... breathing a bit... heavily?

...Is it possible that she...

"Um... Teresa? ...What the fuck is this about? I mean... really?"

"Put the cuffs on, Jack. I need to... interrogate you... and stuff."

Oh. Okay.

This was about something kinky. I was sure of it now.

I could see lust burning her cheeks, and her breasts heaving with hot breath, as she anxiously shifted her hips from side to side.

Why not. Makes about as much sense as anything else with her.

Pointing a gun towards a spy for your foreplay. I'm sure there was no possibility of that ending badly.

I felt like I could breathe again. This probably wasn't a matter of life or **** anymore. But there was no way I was going to surrender myself to this lunatic... even if she was planning to make it... fun.

She threw the cuffs over on the bed.

"...Take it," she demanded.

Sigh.

Let's play along for now.

"...Okay..." I said, picking up the thing. They felt metallic and sturdy. No getting out of these without a key.

She had no idea how ironic this was. Pretty sure I was the only one who could appreciate it.

"Cool. I'm glad you... Well, I want to trust you and stuff, Jack..." she said as she finally entered the room, closing the door behind her. "I just think, maybe I need to keep you to mysel- I mean keep you in place, so that, you know, we finally have time to... really learn about each other. And stuff."

I smirked. "You really liked that stuff yesterday, didn't you?"

"Huh?"

"Seeing that poor woman shackled up, seeing me tied down... Really gave you a feeling of power, didn't it?"

She gritted her teeth a bit. "...There's nothing wrong with power. If you use it correctly."

"And now you want to tie me down again?"

"...Aha. Yeah, sure. You got me all figured out. I'm a freak. Now put that on your left arm," she said, pointing at the cuffs.

I didn't comply immediately, and she removed the safety from the gun.

"Do it. Now!"

Damn.

I really didn't want to... But this definitely wasn't the best position for a counter-attack.

...Was I sure this was kinky play? She was... Surprisingly intense?

Either way, she was still crazy. And might fire at me accidentally.

I needed to keep playing along. For now.

I attached one end of the cuffs to my left hand.

CLICK!

"Good. Now, attach the other end to the..." she looked around, trying to find something to attach the cuffs to. She opened up the bathroom door and found her target. "...yeah, lock the other end to this towel holder here."

"You know..." I said, getting up from the bed. "If you just wanted to jerk me off again... You can just say it. You don't have to make this so complicated."

She huffed. "Yeah I could... But I'm going for something bigger. And lengthier," she said huskily, and pointed the gun at my chest. "And believe me... I thought about this a lot. I bet now that your spy business has escalated so massively, capturing that other agent... You're not going to stay around here for a long time, are you?"

"No, that's not-"

"Please let me finish. You're going to leave. Probably very soon. Maybe after you think I'm dealt with. Maybe you were even planning to silence me for good. I don't care. The thing is... I really, really don't want you to leave. Not like this."

She pushed the barrel right into my shirt, so much so I had to back myself against the bathroom wall. She came so close to me, that the nipples of her... admittedly bigger tits than I ever even noticed... almost brushed against me.

She was breathing passionately. She looked into my eyes like she couldn't keep her thoughts buried any longer.

"The thing is, Jack... I'm a very introverted person. Perhaps you've noticed. Or not. I don't care. I don't push myself on other people's lives. I live by myself and I'm happy that way. Mainly... other people bore me. I'm still the most interesting person I've ever met. Well... I think that was at least was the case... And I've gone on dates. With many men. And a few women too. Never on a second date. Most people are so easy to read, that I can't keep my focus on them. Sometimes they call me for a second date and I've forgotten they even existed. But you, Jack... I can't stop... thinking about... you. I know it's only been like three days, but you're starting to consume my every thought. My every waking hour. Even with your dastardly ways, like how you treated Anna-Marie... That was horrible... But I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe I loved it? Maybe I hated it? Either way... it was fucking interesting. And you can't leave now. It would drive me in-insane. And- And I need more. I just do. It's irrational, but... that's why I have to do this."

...oh, wow...

I'm not sure she took many breaths during that monologue...

I was starting to feel scared again...

"I plan to keep you locked for a while. I don't know how long. A few days. Maybe a week. Maybe world affairs will go to shit because you're not there to do your spy stuff. I don't care. You're not leaving. And I don't care if you were planning to kill me. That's just your job. And... what was that you said about jerking you off?"

All of a sudden, she placed her hand over my pants... fingering the outline of my cock.

"Yes, I am planning to jerk you off, Jack. Very much. So much you will almost get sick of it. But you never will, because I will only get better and better at it. My hand will turn more proficient at jerking you off and making it more and more pleasurable every time. But, obviously, that's nothing compared to other things I'm planning to do to you. You will also get my lips. Sucking, kissing, licking each and every single inch of your cock until my tongue remembers how each nibble and vein tastes like. I will hoover your balls in my mouth while jerking your cock all over this bathroom floor. And I will always clean it with my mouth. And yes... We will fuck. Fuck all the time. Our bodies will combine together in so many hot and lascivious ways, you will forget you ever existed as a single being. Our body heats will keep each other warm as our heart beats synchronize. Your cock will live inside my pussy. We will only take breaks to eat and sleep. It's my job to keep you in constant, never-ending pleasure."

...

"...And yes, I'm a virgin. But I've watched porn. A lot of porn. I've memorized stuff. For you. So much stuff. And I will get better each time we do it. We will get better each time we do it. Until both of our bodies can't take it any more... and then we will still keep going. I somehow... always knew... I was holding out for someone... special."

...

"I'm not evil. By the end of this captivity you will love me as much as I love you. It's okay if the love is based purely on lust first, we will give it time to grow. But you will not want to kill me. You will not want to abandon me. And if your spy bosses order you to leave this town... You will want to take me with you. Because you will not be able to keep living without the pleasure I provide you."

...

"I hope that answers your questions?"

...

...she finally took her hand off my pants...

...leaving my cock painfully hard and erect...

...

ngh... All of a sudden, my mouth was drying up...

I really... I really couldn't get out words... even if some were still left in my head...

"Okay... so, now... just attach your cuff to the towel rack... okay? You won't regret it," she winked sexily.

And bit her lip...

...

...Should I?

Just... attach it?

...No?

...

No!

NO!

You can't waste a week like this!

...Why not, though?

...Because... I have stuff to do!

Besides it's... IT'S LITERALLY INSANE! Maybe insane in a good way, but still insane!

All my plans... Would go down the drains...

But, then again, in exchange-

Fuck, I can't. NO, I SERIOUSLY CAN'T!! That's it. I have to take over. Even though, for the first time ever... That thought wasn't as appealing as it usually was.

I mustered my strength back to my body, as much as I could anyway.

I needed that much to speak at least.

"Can I... get a sample... first?" I said in a quiet voice.

"A sample? A sample of what?"

"Your lips. To help me... make up my mind."

She blushed.

After all that hardcore monologue... Now she blushed?

"Um, I mean... Okay, sure, but this isn't really a choice, you have to cuff your-"

I quickly leaned my face onto hers, to shut that damn trap with my mouth.

Fuck... her lips were so soft. And her face was so perfect for kissing.

And this woman... Was obsessed with me.

Maybe this yandere-thing wasn't the worst thing ever. In many ways, it was... But it had definite sides to it.

She opened her mouth further, and really laid into my face. Like she couldn't hold herself back anymore. She was smearing her red lipstick everywhere, and didn't even care how insane it probably looked. She sucked my lips and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. Just like yesterday, she was the craziest kisser I had ever tasted.

But I sort of loved it that way.

But I had to focus now.

I gently nudged the gun away... And she didn't fight back.

While she was smooching my face like it was going out of business, I dug into my pocket.

This would require... Smooth and fast action.

Wait for it...

Wait for it...

NOW!

CLICK! CLICK!

"What the-"

Before she realized what happened, I successfully pulled the gun from her hands.

Then I quickly jumped out of the bathroom, before she had a chance to even grab me. She tried to come after me...

But she couldn't.

She was now cuffed to the towel rack.

"Hey... what... WHAT THE FUCK?! Wait- How did you even- HOW DID YOU DO THAT? YOU STILL HAVE THE CUFFS ATTACHED TO YOUR HAND!"

Indeed I did. Her cuffs were still hanging from my left hand.

I smirked, and popped open the barrel of Teresa's gun.

Should've guessed. No bullets. Even she wasn't prepared to actually shoot me.

I whisked the gun away, and approached Teresa. Still staying at a safe distance, though.

"Oh, those. They were in my pocket the whole time."

"Huh? But... But... Why?"

I pulled out a rubber ball gag from under the bed. She stared at it in wide-eyed confusion.

"The truth is, Teresa, that we appear to be much more synchronized than you even thought."