Seduction at the Old Gaol Ch. 07

Belinda's short flirty pink dress looked out of place as she sat on her kitchen stool with the morning sun streaming in through the window. Her body still hadn't processed the endorphins from making love the night before and still glowed despite the cooler temperature.

Kate was sitting opposite her in the small tidy kitchen and although there was no one else in the house, they leaned in close so they wouldn't be overheard.

"James's moving to town," Belinda buzzed.

"Mmm and we have plenty of free accommodation... all with locks on the doors and bars on the windows," Kate replied in a hush voice.

Belinda looked wishfully, not focusing on anything in particular, "Every evening when he returns from work... 'click'! And weekends will be 'click' 'click'... two whole days for his gorgeous eyes to look out from chains and cages. Well that's my fantasy."

"Let's do it!" Kate blurted, her long nails tapping on the worktop, "we already have him in the cells!" Kate pulled the keys from her jeans pocket and waived them in front of her friend's face, "We don't ever have to let him out."

"I think that's called wrongful imprisonment!" Belinda replied with a smile, pulling the keys from Kate's hand and placed them down on the table between them.

"No one will ever find him in that underground cell," Kate giggled as she grabbed the keys and pushed them back into her pocket.

"Give them to me Kate!"

"No! You need someone to help you get what you want."

"I'm going to let him out now."

"Good luck with that," Kate laughed as she darted from her stool.

She was halfway across the room when Belinda pulled her down on to the sofa and placed one knee on Kate's shoulder to hold her in place as she playfully searched for the keys. Her knee slipped and Belinda's bare thigh was now against the side of Kate's face with Belinda's dress covering most of Kate's face. Both women stopped.

"I can see why James likes you," Kate whispered, the warmth from Belinda's thigh seeping into her face.

"The keys or your life, sweetie," Belinda giggled as she deliberately slipped further down, tightening her grip around the blonde's neck. Kate's nose had now sunk deep into the front of Belinda's panties.

Kate tried to stop Belinda taking the keys, desperate for Belinda to pin her down for as long as possible. Belinda's hand slipped inside her pocket which felt nice, but all too soon she had the keys and Belinda released her and returned to the kitchen stool.

A few minutes later, a sheepish Kate, with untidy hair, followed.

*

It was late Friday afternoon when James returned to the gaol and was immediately met with a hug from Belinda. She was dressed in a tight, shoulderless white sports top, black and grey yoga pants and trainers. Her hair was up and she was bouncing as if she had a need to expend energy.

James, as usual wore designer chinos and white shirt and sunglasses that he now held in his hand. However, this time things were different. He'd transferred offices and was now based in the city. His firm had offered to put him up in a top hotel until he found somewhere to live, but he'd turned it down in favour of Belinda's offer.

"I can't believe you're here," Belinda exclaimed, skipping around from behind the desk.

"Neither can I," James replied with a wry smile.

"You'll love it here so so much... you may never leave."

"Yes, I believe other have suffered the same fate here."

"Oh darling, I'm going to make your stay much much more special..."

Belinda took James by the hand and led him to a small section at the far side of the gaol that wasn't open to visitors.

"Home, sweet home," she announced as she unlocked a solid steel door and then a second barred door just behind.

Inside was a segregated part of the gaol that consisted of a small area from which led two very small cells and a toilet and shower room. There was only one tiny, barred window high up in entrance area, but despite its lack of natural light, Belinda had made it look like homely with a mattress and new sheets, some basic furniture and lamps, cushions, rugs and throws from her house to soften the stark concrete walls.

"It's cool," James said, genuinely impressed.

"Just like a regular apartment, apart from once I lock the door you stay home until I decide."

"Just as well you can't keep your hands off me," James replied, slipping his fingers inside the waist of her pants to pull her towards him.

"Maybe..." Belinda blushed, "but when I'm not 'fucking' you, you'll be locked in this tiny windowless cell... I mean your bedroom. You won't be able to drive woman to distraction from in there."

James looked inside the tiny cell to see her blue panties folded neatly on his pillow.

"Oh... thought you might like them?" Belinda replied bashfully.

"Clean or dirty?"

"Stop it!"

Belinda knew he was teasing her and it was working as she felt herself redden."

"Would you like me to unpack for you?"

"You checking for contraband?"

"If you like..."

Belinda led him into the second of the two tiny cells where there was a chain hanging down from a pulley on the ceiling. She whipped a pair of handcuffs from inside the waistband of her yoga pants and placed her body against his as she locked his hands behind his back. She then padlocked the cuffs to the heavy chain.

Standing in front of James, as if they were friends talking in the street, Belinda pulled down on the other chain and James's cuffed hands immediately lifted up behind his back.

"It looks like everything's going up," Belinda smiled, already aroused.

James tried to pull his hands back down, but the pulley gave Belinda a two to one advantage, so instead he kissed her teasing lips while he still could.

"Guess what happens when your hands go up and up."

"My body hurts?"

"Yes... and your head goes down."

One more pull of Belinda's chain and James had lost his height advantage over the sexy brunette.

"For once I feel tall next to you," she breathed, nuzzling her lips around his features.

More clicks of the chain as it ran through the pulley and James's hands pulled up further and were now at the same height as his head, which was also the same height as Belinda's breasts.

"Nice top," he observed, unable to avoid her breasts which she had positioned to fill his entire field of view.

"Thanks... you wanna continue the tour of my body?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked rattling his tightly locked handcuffs, seemingly amazed by quite how powerless he'd become.

"I thought you came here for 'the tour'?"

"Its lucky I trust you," he panted.

Belinda ratcheted his hands up above his head, forcing James to bend such that his head was now level with her waist.

"Think we'll leave you there and padlock everything just where it is."

She slipped a padlock through both the chain that went up and the chain that came down so that the pulley was fixed in place.

"This is cruel," James panted, his body aching, his eyes totally aroused.

"Mmm and I can leave you here for as long as I like."

Belinda turned around to give him a full three sixty view.

"What do you think of these yoga pants," she asked, "I know some men find them inappropriate.

"Oh fuck, they're gorgeous, but so is what's inside."

Once again his words were putting her emotions on steroids. She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair and watched his lips desperately try to pull the tight Lycra material from her body.

It was moments like these that thought back to when they had first met him. She'd been so intimidated by this cool, attractive man who was now infatuated with her and loved to please her in any way he could. If she could design her own man, James would be it.

"Everything comes to he who waits," she replied silkily, "and you, my darling, have no choice but to wait."

Belinda let him bury his face into her butt one more time and then walked away with her butt moving from side to side in the Lycra as she walked. She casually pushed shut the cell door which locked automatically the second it hit home.

His first suitcase contained his expensive suits that she hung on her makeshift clothes rail. Everything had James's gorgeous scent and she held her face against the smooth material and breathed in. She took her time and finished unpacking both suitcases before returning to the second small cell where James was still hanging painfully from the chain.

"I'm glad to see you didn't try to smuggle in a hacksaw," she said, rubbing her silky legs against his head.

"It would take more than a hacksaw to get out of here."

"Oh, you having problems with those cuffs?"

She pushed him down a little further so that she could straddle his prostrate head, which slipped in between her legs so that her butt was resting gently on the back of his head. James's body was now straining to hold the position that she was forcing on him.

"Death by yoga pants," she giggled as her thighs closed like a Lycra vice around his head.

"Oh fuck, I want you so much!"

"So near, but yet so far," she breathed, the struggles of the straining man juddering beneath her.

James tried to move his head left and right as Belinda tightened up and rode his movements like a bull rider.

"Don't even bother trying to get out of that, darling."

"Fuck this feels good," James panted, the pain mixing with the helplessness mixing with the feel of Belinda's legs.

"You think it's nice for you... you have no idea what your head is doing to my pussy."

James tried again to shake free and again wasn't even close to getting out. He paused to get his breath.

"Can't stop now," Belinda purred, "you need to finish what you've started."

"Fuck this is hard."

"Even harder if I bend my legs and snap you in two."

Belinda bent her legs slightly and felt her butt mould even more to the shape of James's head, "I used to love horse riding, but this is even more fun."

James fought again, trying to free his hands from the cuffs and his head from Belinda's thighs, until sweat was forming on his forehead.

"Now, I think you should bow this low every time you see me," Belinda giggled, "I'll even put your head down between my legs if I need to."

"Yes sweetheart," James panted, now willing to do or say whatever was required to make love to her.

Belinda finally climbed off his head and slowly eased down her yoga pants so that James could bury his kisses directly into her black thong, his lips playing with her like nothing she'd ever experienced. She stretched up to remove her top and bra and then down to kick off her trainers, yoga pants and underwear.

"Oh I love you in this position," Belinda moaned, his lips now exploring her naked crotch.

"Fuck I want you!" James cried, now fighting against the cuffs.

"You'll never escape those cuffs unless I unlock them, darling... so keep kissing."

"Fuck, I love you!"

Belinda felt his words melt through her. She had planned to keep him chained for longer, teasing him, maybe even leaving him alone in his locked cell, but it was clear that neither of them could wait. She fetched the handcuff keys from her handbag and unlocked James's first wrist so that James could finally twist around and stand up straight.

Before she could unlock the second, James reached down to unbutton his chinos and free his hard cock. The handcuff keys went flying across the jail cell as James used his one free hand to pull the naked brunette towards him and eased himself inside.

"Fuck I need you," he cried, one hand still locked above his head.

Belinda's reply was no more than cries of pleasure that echoed noisily around the concrete cell as he pushed inside. They finished and hugged each other until they were composed enough to stand on their own.

Belinda wobbled a little as she picked up her clothes and squeezed back into the Lycra.

"I really must go... have to meet with my daughter's teacher before yoga and then drinks with the girls."

"Sounds fun..."

James's left wrist was still cuffed to the chain hanging from the ceiling, frustrating his best efforts to reach her before the yoga pants hid everything from view. He managed to lightly brush his hand across her bare thigh before everything was once again encased.

"Maybe I should leave you hanging," Belinda teased as she playfully dodged out of his reach.

James could feel the surge of excitement as he imagined being left chained to the ceiling by this cute school mum.

"Want to lock my other hand back in the cuffs?" he asked.

"I would, but unfortunately I have to leave you here until the morning. If I cuff your hands above your head you'll be hating me by 3am."

"Maybe not?"

"Plus, I want you to sleep in the small cell that I prepared specially for you... and I want you to close that door behind you."

"Let me guess, if I do that it won't open again."

"Not without my keys..."

"So you want me locked inside an even tinier concrete box?"

Belinda smiled coyly as she unlocked his second wrist and went to pour James a glass of whisky from the small makeshift kitchen.

"Oh I really don't want to leave," she moaned, her arms once more wrapped around James's neck.

"Can you get the teacher to come here instead?"

Belinda laughed as she tried to put her long hair into a ponytail. The elastic snapped and shot across the cell and she had to hunt through her handbag for a second.

James picked up the broken elastic, "I thought you were going to snap me as well," he joked.

Belinda playfully stuck out her tongue, a little embarrassed about the amount of pain her turned on body had inflicted.

"Is your own fault for being so sexy..." she replied.

James ran his hands over her butt, "I know I'm completely to blame, but maybe next time you can make it harder?"

"Maybe I will!"

"Good."

"I hope you'll still be saying that when I'm sitting hard on you," she smiled teasingly.

Belinda walked back through the small entrance area and then out through the barred door, which provided the first of two inescapable barriers. Reluctantly, she pulled it closed with James still inside. With one hand she turned the key in the lock, while the other reached through the bars so she could stay in contact with his body.

She zipped the key into the small secret pocket at the back of her yoga pants and kissed him again through the bars. While lost in her eyes, James reached through the bars to find the empty keyhole.

"Bel, where's the key? Let's go one more time!"

"Stop it, I'm late already!"

"Please?" he shook the bars pointlessly.

Without breaking lip contact, Belinda reached her hand through his open fly and massaged his cock. Within minutes she's brought him to climax and James's body slumped against the bars and he buried his face into her cheek.

"That really is it!"

She moaned, desperate to get out before he tempted her to strip naked again. She leaned forward and placed her trembling lips against his and closed her eyes to focus once more on his touch.

James felt her lips pull away and the bars frustrated any hope he had to follow her. Next, her silky yoga pants slipped through his hands. Belinda reached behind her and pushed open the solid steel door that enclosed his little 'apartment'. She spun around, skipped through the opening and without a word, pulled it closed. The steel door was just too far from the barred door for James to reach and he could only stand and listen as Belinda turned the key to lock him in.

*

At around the same time that Belinda's black thong and yoga pants sat down on the hard school chair, James was reaching through the bars and running his fingers over the empty keyhole. At the time Belinda started her yoga class, James walked into his cell and pushed the door closed behind him. Now there were three high security jail doors between him and freedom and Belinda had the keys for all three.

At the time Belinda and her friends sat down at the bar, James was lying on his bed, naked, his nose buried inside Belinda's blue panties. He now knew that they were dirty. At the time Belinda stripped out of her yoga pants, showered and lay down naked in bed, James was asleep in his concrete box, with nothing else to do but wait for her to return in the morning.