Freedom

Part 15: Guarantees

Jerome lay sleeping on his mattress. He slept with a smile on his face, arms behind his head, eased comfortably as if he was sleeping at his own house.
Danica stood in front of his bed, idly tossing up and down a length of rope. Her eyes glinted in the moonlight, though her pupils didn't become smaller as the clouds peeled away from their looming master. Danica chewed on her lip. A sheen of sweat trembled down the side of her face, either from what she was about to do or from the fresh dose of drugs she had popped before slithering her way through the air vent.

"Oh, you look so innocent," Danica whispered, peering at Jerome avidly. "Just like a good boy."

She roped his hands and feet to their appropriate bed post. Danica finished within 10 minutes of the procedure and stood beside Jerome. She leaned forward and kissed Jerome with an opened mouth; Jerome made a pleasant moan, and returned it enthusiastically. He attempted to move his hand to cup her face, but—

"Ooh," Jerome said as she pulled away so he could see her handiwork. "Well, I didn't expect this."

His tone was sarcastic. Danica glanced at him. She knew that he had been awake while she restrained him. Since he hadn't made an effort to stop her, she had continued. Danica held a bottle of vodka in her hand, unscrewing the top and getting a good amount in one gulp.

"Courtesy of Richard Sionis," Danica implied the drink. "A guarantee that we would leave the guard alone."

Jerome chuckled, pulling at his restraints,
"And what's the guarantee for me?"

Danica answered him by gesturing to his predicament at hand.

"I actually," she continued, pouring a drink into a cup," didn't know if you would be all right with it, but I said 'what the hell'. Want some?"

"Nope." Jerome answered.

"So," Danica turned to him. "Guess I should clarify the rules of our little game."

*Who's player one?" Jerome asked playfully. "Player one always has the advantage."
He stayed quiet for second. "Oh, I guess that's you," he snickered.

Danica rolled her eyes but she smiled. He watched her climb onto the bed, his legs flanked her on either side. Immediately, Jerome really like this idea of hers. There was a certain adrenaline rush as those Bright eyes stared at him. A delicious state of helplessness. Danica crawled up his body and folded her hands on his chest; she set her head on knuckles. Jerome grinned from ear to ear as he saw her dilated pupils.

Granted, he liked Dr. Jekyll (sociable, polite, intelligent, calm, and collected) as much as the next person; but Ms. Hyde was intuitively creative, daring, dark, and dangerous—with that look on her face, he anticipated delight with her brand of favorite games.
"So," said Danica, fiddling with Jerome's caller, "here's how our little game—" she wrapped her fingers around the right half of his throat and tightened, excluding a delighted grunt from Jerome—" is going to go."
Danica straightened and straddled his waist.

"Basic, simple." She grinned. "I do what I want to you and you comply."
Jerome frowned, shrugged.

"Doesn't seem that interesting."

"Wasn't done," Danica said. Jerome smiled. "When my round is over, I will untie you, and we switch roles."
"*Ooh*," Jerome beamed. "Okay, now, that sounds like fun."

"Doesn't it?" Danica agreed.

She leaned forward and took him in an enthusiastic kiss, to which he inhaled sharply as her hand slid down his pants and found his semi-hard length. Jerome's wrist struggled with the rope; she had tied it very well, but not tightly.  As Danica kissed him, his fingers worked the loose ropes—

"Babe," Jerome whispered through her kiss.

"Yes?" Danica said.
"I gotta remember to teach you how to do a devil's knot later," he drawled in her ear.

She paused and looked at him confused.

"What—?"

Jerome pushed Danica off him, slipped his hands free from her poorly-tightened ropes. Danica's body landed with an "Oof" as she met the floor. Danica was caught off guard, mixed with a bombarding cocktail of meth and vodka, and by the time she rose to her feet, Jerome caught her by the waist, shoved her onto the bed facedown.

Jerome's hand kept her face in the pillows.

"I'm really impatient when I know my turn is coming," Jerome said simply as if they had been playing a video game. "I had to make you lose."

Danica felt him straddle her back, seated on top of her. She moved her head so her face turned to the side, inhaling a breath.

"Okay," she panted. "What now?"

"What do you mean, 'what now'?" Jerome snorted. He lowered his mouth to her ear, a dark drawl came from him, and Danica shivered under him. "My turn."