Katie’s deep-blue eyes seemed to crackle with excess energy as she felt Carson’s powerful climax. Her delicate features morphed into a picture of wanton desire and need, and she bared her teeth as Carson’s orgasm sparked pleasure that engulfed her from head to toe. Her body convulsed, as if overloaded with delicious sensations that seemed to be too much for it, and her roar of pleasure easily drowned out the clinks of the chain links as she pulled against her handcuffs. She lost control of her balance, but Carson managed to guide her so they fell on the cot, able to stay together so they could keep fucking with abandon. Katie winced at the pain of the metal bracelet as she fell on her right wrist, but ignored it in favor of the much more exotic and satisfying throes of her climax.
Carson used the last vestige of his energy to roll off of her and to her side, lest he crush her. He listened, enjoying her panting, loving how hard he had made her breath, but also turned an ear toward the outside of the cabin. Safety was, while less romantic right now, eminently more practical.
Katie was the first to regain her speech. “We’ll have to do that again, but next time let’s be sure we have the keys.”
Carson did his best to help Katie find a position of relative comfort. “Yeah, that would come in handy now too. I’m sorry I can’t get these off of you. Soon, I promise.”
Katie nodded. “I know. It’s OK.” She paused, and Carson saw that mischievous streak flash across her well-satiated face. “I’ve never gotten fucked in handcuffs before. I kinda liked it.”
He smiled back at her. “What a dirty girl you are!” He kissed her softly. “And that’s not a complaint. What’s the line – a lady on the street and a freak in the sheets?”
Katie looked indignant. “Who says I’m a lady?”
“Good point.” They both snickered for a minute. “It takes a lot of courage on your part to even think about letting me be with you.”
“Well, I figure this will actually help our relationship in the future,” she told him.
He raised his eyebrows at her. “We might not survive through tomorrow. Even if we do, I can’t see how this will help us.”
Her eyes flashed with deviltry. “Number one, if I do something wrong, no matter how bad it is, I can always say, ‘this isn’t as bad as the time you kidnapped me’ and you’ll have to let it go, so I’ll win every fight in the future. Number two, I don’t think you could do anything worse than this if you tried, so if we can fix this, we can fix anything.”
Carson considered her words. “Somehow, those are actually good points.”
“I know,” she replied casually, laying her head on his outstretched arm. For a few minutes they rested quietly, listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof and the windows, until he noticed her breathing had changed and she was sleeping. Carson remained awake. Not only was it necessary to stay alert, the excitement of his newly-found good fortune rumbled through his head. He was amazed Katie was offering him a second chance despite his monumental screw-up. Even more amazing, this was not the first second chance he’d been given. Life had already offered that to him in the form of this lovely, brilliant, and endlessly sarcastic woman. No, this was a second-second chance. No matter how inelegant it sounded, it was the truth, and Carson knew just how unlikely it was to have such good fortune. He would not make another mistake.
After some time, he extricated himself from Katie and stood. They may have reconciled, but their situation was still precarious enough they might not have the chance to take advantage of this opportunity. His escape plan, which he had devised earlier in the day with such confidence, now seemed woefully inadequate. It was probably the new aspect of a future with Katie psyching him out, or perhaps it was his exhaustion following such a vigorous sexual effort. Whatever the cause, the challenge facing him remained formidable, perhaps even more than he could handle.
He heard Katie stirring behind him. “Everything OK?”
“Yeah. Just trying to think of everything so there’s no surprises. We can’t afford to do anything wrong.”
“We won’t,” Katie said, her voice filled with confidence. “Everything I’ve seen in you tells me we’re in good hands.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am.” She smiled at him, her look so determined it might cut steel.
With her on my side, maybe I can pull this off. “Thanks.” He helped her up and they shared a quick and unsatisfying lunch of more canned shit-meat. They did not complain, but after throwing the last aluminum cylinder in the makeshift trash bag, Carson swore to himself the first thing he was going to do after this was all over was eat something – anything – that was fresh.
He leaned against the wall and turned his mind back to the escape plan. He started conjuring up all sorts of crafty bluffs and mis-directions, anything that would distract Chops’ team or send them off on a wild-goose chase while giving him and Katie a head start, but quickly abandoned that line of thinking. Even the simplest plans rarely survived the first five minutes of a crisis, and trying to make
