Audrey isn't sure she knows anything anymore. The darkness swirls around her, as the fragrance of musk and top-shelf whiskey invade her nostrils. Moaning against her will, she responds to every one of his affections. She can feel just how much he is enjoying her like this on the floor, her useless hands brushing against his considerable erection. Her hips wriggle and grind, though she knows it will only encourage him to torment her more. Her neck arches back, and arms strain in what should have been protest, but it was turning into something else entirely. She doesn't want to to like this--any of it--but that too is becoming a choice she doesn't get to make.<br/><br/>She needs release. They both know it. Being bound means nothing anymore as long as he is willing to tug on<i>that rope</i>just one more time. The more noise she makes the more she realizes she is begging: for his touch. For him to give her relief. She can only think the words she wants to say.<i>Release! Oh please, please, please!</i><br/><br/>After speaking to one of his hired goons on the radio, however, he leaves her alone for a brief time. The spell between them, seems broken. From her belly she struggles a little, turning her head left and then right trying to get a read on where he is in the room. She can just barely sense him standing above her, but is he really there, or does she simply imagine him? Moaning slightly, she struggles to roll to her side, as if she can get his attention.<br/><br/>"Of course," he muses, his tone equal parts amused and severe, "the questions becomes, how are we going to get you upstairs? Are you going to make everything more difficult than it needs to be?" He responds for her with a chuckle, as she senses him kneeling down besides her again. "Why of course you are."<br/><br/>He begins to work with the ropes, and Audrey feels every tug and pull. She moans again, as the tension in her shoulders, and ankles eases, and slowly her legs are stretched back along the ground. The shoelaces around her toes are removed, and then she feels the man straddle her legs as he begins to tug anew on her crotch rope.<br/><br/>Audrey sucks in a breath through her nostrils as her arousal hits her in volatile--agonizing--waves, and it is all she can do to hold still... oh good grief if her tugs on that rope one more time she will almost certainly have an orgasm. Moaning she can't help but squirm, but this time, rather than chuckling, her captor just about sits with his full weight to keep her still as he reworks the ropes. A minute or two later, he is done and when she feels him stand up, he pulls lighlty on those ropes again. Audrey moans;<i>so close... oh so close.</i><br/><br/>"There we go," he says with a dark, impish tone giving the rope a firm tug, making Audrey squirm all over again, "that ought to do nicely.<br/><br/>"Now, then," he says as he carefully crouches down and helps her into a sitting position and pulling the blindfold down to around her neck. "The next game is simple. You're going to show me your exceptional stamina by hopping all the way to your new accommodations. If you impress me, then I may just give you a little treat," he tugs on her crotch rope again with a little chuckle while his other hand wraps around her taped mouth," I might even remove these socks.<br/><br/>"If you're difficult, however," he warns, tugging on her crotch rope again to the point that it nearly hurt, and pulling her head back to ensure that she is now looking up at him directly, "I will stuff something even less comfortable in that mouth, and leave you flustered and suffering until dawn."<br/><br/>He releases her head with a little bit of a push before her helps her to her feet. "The choice is yours, Audrey."<br/><br/>Thackery keeps hold of her, helping her find balance before letting go. Audrey looks over at the man as he steps in front of her. Then, she looks down curiously at the length of rope that he has in his hand. Upon further inspection, Audrey realizes that it is affixed to the rope between her legs, and with just a little tug....oh good grief! He was going to use<i>that rope</i>, as if it was a lead. No. A leash. Not only was she going to have to try and stay upright tied up as she was, but he was going to torture her all the way down the hall.<br/><br/><i>You've got to be kidding,</i>she tried--and failed--to say through her socks, but the roll of her eyes said it all. That earned that rope a mighty tug and she squealed in both delight and discomfort. "Tsk, tsk," her captor chided with a shake of his finger, "not a great start, my dear."<br/><br/>Moaning, Audrey looks toward the floor, and then up to Thackery again. Leaning forward she tries small hop. Thankfully, the man is right there, saving her from falling straight on her face. With a chuckle, he guides her by the shoulders for her first few hops. "There you go," he says before stepping back again keeping hold of the "lead."<br/><br/>The journey down the hallway is a long and tiring business. Audrey is forced to concentrate, picking her spots, and using her core balance to keep herself upright. It is harder than it looks--especially when one is tied up with arms and elbows pinched to the body, and legs tied together. More than once, her captor is forced to come to her rescue, but every time he is there, teasing and tugging with<i>that rope</i>, as much as he champions her efforts.<br/><br/>It is more than a little humiliating, being guided through a house in this way. Audrey, a woman who has been athletic for her entire life, to be worn down by ropes and an incompetent thief! In her primary years, Audrey was obsessed with the ballet, and her family spared no expense for lessons. As she grew older, however, her interests moved on: yoga, tennis, swimming. She excelled at sports when she was younger, and always--always--played to win. And this man is not about to make her a loser now. That, more than anything, keeps her doing her level best to stay on her feet and not give the man any reason to be disappointed in her efforts.<br/><br/>The young woman is thankful, however that he did not force her to hop up stairs. As they reached the first staircase going up, Thackery simply lifted her into his arms and carried her up. And then it was down the hall again, and up another smaller flight of stairs to the mansions third floor. Twenty minutes later, they enter what has to be his bedroom.<br/><br/>At the door frame leading into a large,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fs3-eu-west-1.amazonaws.com%2Flowres-picturecabinet.com%2F115%2Fmain%2F11%2F355787.jpg&amp;hash=513ddf1920cf3f619821b86e51011877" href="http://s3-eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/lowres-picturecabinet.com/115/main/11/355787.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">luxurious room</a>, Audrey finds that she has to stop. Slowly, she sucks in as much air as she can through her nose, but even that does little to help her catch her breath at this point. With a gurgled whimper laced with exhaustion, she leans her back against the door frame and shakes her head. She doesn't have even one more hop left in her.