Jacob opened his eyes, raising his head the room started spinning, he found himself sitting on a Windsor kitchen chair, with his hands bound behind him. He looked down at this feet, his ankles were secured to the legs of the chair with parachute cord.
“What the fuck,” he struggled to free his hands. The slip knot holding the parachute cord around his wrists tightened.
Jacob shook his head trying to clear the fog, he glanced around the room. The walls were cinder block, sunlight from a small rectangular window on the far wall lit the room. The room appeared empty, except for the chair he was tied to. The door at the far end of the room opened.
“Well did you enjoy your nap?” the woman asked.
He tried to place her, her voice was familiar.
Click, click, click, her heels echoed on the concrete floor as she walked towards him.
What was she wearing? He blinked to focus his eyes on her. Was she wearing a choir robe? He looked her over as she approached, she was, she was wearing a choir robe, it was a navy blue with a gray stripe down the front. Her dark hair pulled up into a french twist, her lips a soft pink color, and her eyes a deep shade of green.
“Do I know you?” Jacob asked.
She gave him a smug little grin, leaned in next to his ear and whispered.
“Perhaps,” her warm breath brushing against his neck sent a shiver down his back.
She stood in front of Jacob and ran her fingers through his hair. She started humming as she walked around the chair giving the parachute cord a quick tug. Then she sang in a hush.
“Well I’ve heard there was a secret chord, That David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don’t really care for music, do you?” she stopped singing and smiled at Jacob.
She continued humming.
“Are you seriously singing a song about being tied to a kitchen chair, when I am tied to a kitchen chair?”
“Nice to see the irony isn’t lost on you,” she said continuing on with the next verse of Hallelujah.
“Do you have a name?” Jacob interrupted her serenade.
“Of course I do, doesn’t mean you get to know it,”
She unzipped the front of the choir robe just far enough for her purple satin bra to peak out.
“You don’t have anything on under that robe do you?”
She laughed and ran her hand across his shoulders and down his chest, kneeling in front of him. She leaned into him and lightly kissed his neck. Jacob closed his eyes her touch was so soft, so warm. He let out a sigh. She kissed his cheek, she kissed his lips. He leaned into her and kissed her back. She kissed him again this time parting her lips, he slid his tongue past her lips, into her mouth.
She let out a moan, running her hand along the back of his neck. She moved back looking into his dark eyes.
“I wouldn’t say no to a drink,”
She got up and walked to the far corner of the room, she switched on a lamp, illuminating the room. There was a mini-fridge sitting in the corner. She opened it and took out two bottles of water.
“If I untie you, will you behave?” she asked walking back towards him.
“Depends on your definition of behave,”
She sat the bottles of water down next to the chair and kissed him again. She untied his ankles and then moved behind the chair and released his wrists. As she came back around to the front of the chair, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap.
He reached behind her head and pulled out the hair clip that was holding her hair back. She gave her head a shake letting her hair fall across her shoulders. He unzipped the choir robe the rest of the way and she stood, letting it fall to the floor. He looked her over, as she stood there in her matching purple satin bra and panties.
“See now that’s better,” he said opening a bottle of water and gulping it down.
She picked up the other bottle of water, opened it and took a drink.
“So your name?”
“Not yet,” she answered dropping to her knees in front of him.
She ran her hands along his thighs and over his crotch. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, she rubbed his cock through his boxers.
“Damn,” he said under his breath as she started to stroke his cock.
She looked up at him and smiled, she ran her tongue over the tip of his throbbing cock and slid it into her mouth. He ran his hands through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her mouth around his cock.
“Ok, you need to stop,” he said gently pushing her off of him.
“Yes, I need to know your name,”
“Do you remember anything from last night?” she asked picking up the choir robe and slipping it back on.
“Not really, I remember going to a party on campus, but not how I ended up in this place,”
“Well I don’t think your going to like this, your friends paid me to show you a good time, tying you up, and the choir robe were all their idea,”
“Troy, Brian and Kyle, they paid me six hundred to come here and entertain you,”
“I am Moria, we had trig together, Mrs. Bennett’s class last semester,” she said extending her hand.
“Sorry I didn’t recognize you,” he took her hand, pulling her to him and kissing her.
“So where are we, exactly?”
“In one of the utility rooms off of the football field,” Moria answered.
~ ~ ~ ~
The following evening there was a knock at Moria’s door, she opened it.
“May I come in?” Jacob asked.
“Sure, come in make yourself comfortable,” she said as she closed the door behind him.
“Can I get you a drink?”
She went into the kitchen, he followed her. He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her, she leaned into him. He swept her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck.
“So, are we were staying in?” she asked.
“Do you really have to ask,”
~ ~ ~ ~
“So Troy, Brian and Kyle, why do they have such a boner for you?” Moria asked as she handed Jacob a cup of coffee, and took a seat on the bed next to him.
“Well,” he said taking a sip of the coffee and setting it down on the nightstand.
“You know how college football is a big thing here?”
“Yep, ‘Go Stears’,” she answered giving him a grin.
“Freshman year Troy, Brian, Kyle and I were all on the team, we were having a strong season, until,” Jacob took another sip of his coffee and cleared his throat.
“I was a running back and Troy was the quarterback, he put it up and I caught it but coming down I got hit low took my legs out from underneath me,”
“Damn, how bad were you hurt?” she asked sipping on her coffee.
“Had to have two surgeries on my knee and some serious PT,” Jacob pulled up the bed sheet to show off the three inch long faded scar along the outside of his right knee. Moria ran her finger along the scar.
“So two years ago?”
“Yeah, two years this October,”
“So what’s Troy’s problem?”
“They begged me to come back and play, and when I explained that I never want to play again, they got rather pissed, felt that I was letting down the team, the brotherhood, according to Troy,”
Moria leaned into Jacob and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Silver lining, it led you to my bed,” she said straddling his hips and kissing him deeply.
“Very true,” he said running his hands along her body and kissing her.
~ ~ ~ ~
Troy, Brian and Kyle lived together in a large rundown two story house not far from campus. Jacob and Moria made their way up the walkway to the wraparound porch.
“It would be a nice house if you repainted, fixed a few things and you know picked up the beer cans,” Moria said giving Jacob a smile as he reached for the doorbell.
As Jacob’s finger hit the doorbell the door flew open, a blonde and a brunette holding pom poms rushed out the door.
“Not cool Kyle, not at all,” the brunette was saying as they rushed by.
“How do you know you won’t like it until you try it?” Kyle said after them.
“Kyle, still the charmer I see,” Jacob said as Kyle stopped in the doorway.
“Jacob, what brings you down here?”
“Need to talk to Troy, is he here?”
“Yeah, I think so, come in, pardon the mess it’s the maids day off,”
Moria rolled her eyes as she followed Jacob into the trashed house.
“Aw Jacob, I see you still have your playmate from the other night,” Troy said as he descended the staircase, joining them in the front room.
“Yeah, about that Troy, what exactly is your problem?” Jacob asked holding Moria’s hand.
“Nothing, just thought it would be funny,”
“Yeah, bud, it was just in fun,” Kyle said smacking Jacob on the back.
“Fine, are we square now?” Jacob asked Troy.
Troy’s eyes glided over the couple.
“Yeah, we’re good, for now,” Troy said making his way into the kitchen.