All his work for the afternoon complete, Darien ventured a look at his watch. Seven o'clock! Yikes, he'd left Serena in the bathroom for more than five hours. She would be fuming at him! But I can fix that, he thought slyly. I can fix that just fine, now that I don't have any work to complete. . .
As he approached the bathroom door, the sound of water assailed his ears. He smiled slightly. She must be in the shower. Well, he could always accidentally walk in on her, couldn't he? And then, of course, moving from the bathroom to the bed would be no problem — if they even needed to.
He slid the key in the lock, and turned quickly, just as the water shut off. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the nude — and extremely tantalizing — form of his girlfriend stepping, dripping wet, from the shower. Thinking fast, he seized the only towel in sight, and flung it into the other room.
"Serena?"
"AHHHH!" she screamed, and spun around, to be greeted by a smug-looking Darien. "What are you doing? I'm not wearing anything!"
"I'd noticed," he commented dryly. "Don't be so uptight — I have seen it all before, remember?"
"Don't you have any decency?"
"Nope," he shrugged, crossing the room in one stride and placing both hands on her waist. He'd had enough of LOOKING at her, now he wanted her in his hands.
"Know what, Sere? You're gorgeous. And I thought you were something clothed."
"Urghhh! You pervert!" she screeched, and twisted out of his grasp. He ran after her, but by the time he'd reached the other room, she'd already found the towel.
"Oh, come on Sere," he said, undaunted. "You can't mean you didn't want it too."
"Not after you locked me in your bathroom!"
He rolled his eyes. Of course. It would be that. "Well then, can't I say sorry — in a very special way?"
She turned her back on him. " I may just forgive you — if you leave now."
He shrugged, and left the room. He could afford to wait. He had plenty of time.
A few minutes later she came out of his bedroom, arrayed in yet another revealing outfit. Her shorts, if possible, were even shorter than the last pair, and worse, he could tell she had nothing underneath them. Her top — not at all a top, simply a black piece of cloth, fastened around her breasts in such a way that it pushed them up — in a very appealing way, to Darien's eyes.
"Honestly, Sere. Do you just HAVE to show off your tits today? You know I like them, you don't have to sell them to me."
She turned her nose up in the air. "I'm leaving."
He shook his head. "Oh, no you're not. Your father said I was to keep you in this apartment, and that is what I plan to do."
She ignored him and made for the door, only to be stopped by a strong arm around her waist.
"I am to keep you here," Darien continued. "Even if it means tying you to the bed."
He flung her over his shoulder once again, and retreated to his bedroom, where he threw her on the bed, and dug some cord out of his nightstand. Sitting on her stomach, he grasped her wrists and tied the cord tightly around them, fastening it to the head of the bed. Still on her, he turned and did the same with her feet.
"How long do you want this time?" he asked when he was done.
"I am going to start screaming," she informed him.
"Oh no, you're not." He pulled his pocket handkerchief out of his pocket, and stuffed it into her mouth, then found another and tied it over.
She tried to scream, but no noise came from her mouth.
"Be careful," he warned. "I don't want to find you've choked when I come back for the fun!"
Stepping back, he admiring his handiwork, watching her twist and writhe on the bed. A little more of that, he thought, and her top would come of. Hopefully it would have slipped by the time he got back. Otherwise, he could just remove it — he had no objections to that at all. . .
Oh, yes, he would have fun that night. . .
