Unwilling by Julia P. Lynde

around and tried to scamper to the bedroom. Every time she caught up to me, she gave me a shove in the proper direction.
    "Alexandra!" I said. "I'm sorry."
    "Shut up."
    She shoved me into the bedroom. I turned around and tried dropping to my knees in front of her, but she grabbed my jaw and held me up. "Naked. NOW."
    I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could. I tried to take time to fold them, but she yanked them from my hands and threw them in the corner. As soon as I was naked she pointed to the bed. "Kneeling. Get up there."
    I climbed onto the bed. "Turn around, back to the foot of the bed, and back up as far as you can."
    I faced the head of the bed and backed up until my feet were against the frame of the bed at the foot of the bed.
    "Don't move," she hissed. "Not one muscle."
    She disappeared into the closet and came out after a moment. She tossed something onto the bed and I glanced down to look at it. It was a coil of rope.
    "I told you!" she said, yelling. "Not to move a muscle."
    I snapped my eyes forward, picking a spot on the wall and staring at it.
    "I'm sorry."
    "Shut up!"
    "Are you going to hurt me?"
    "Shut the fuck up!"
    I pressed my lips together and listened as she paced around the room behind me. After several times back and forth behind me, she stepped up and quietly asked, "Are you going to let me do this?"
    "Yes."
    "Hands behind your back," she said sternly. "Palms together."
    Meekly I complied. She wrapped a rope around one wrist, then put several wraps around both wrists, just above the wrist bones. Then she squeezed my elbows closer together before tightening the rope around my wrist a little more. I then felt as she wrapped the rope around itself a few times before tying it off.
    Then she wrapped the rope around my waist twice then did something to tie my wrists to the rope around my waist. This left my hands at my back just above my ass.
    Then she worked her way up my arms. She wrapped the rope around my arms just below my elbows, used her hands to pull my elbows closer together, and tied them that way. She wasn't gentle, and I started to feel pressure on my shoulders.
    "That hurts," I said.
    "Where?"
    "Shoulders."
    She adjusted the rope, taking a slight amount of pressure off my shoulders, then wrapped the rope around me twice more before securing my elbows in a fashion similar to my wrists.
    "Alexandra," I said. "I'm sorry."
    "If I do something that hurts," she said. "You may tell me. Other than that, shut up. If you disobey, this will be worse for you."
    I pressed my lips together.
    I'd never been more excited in my life.
    She tied the rope once more, this time above my elbows. When she was done she stepped back. "This is inescapable," she said. "You can't reach the knots. They won't slip. Short of finding a way to fray the rope, your arms are tied like that until I release you." She stepped up to me. "You've been pushing my buttons for days. I've had it."
    I didn't say anything.
    "On your face," she said. But she helped me lower myself to the bed, lying on my stomach. I turned my head to the side.
    She used a second rope on my legs. She tied my knees together then my ankles. Then she bent my legs as close to my butt as she could and somehow tied them there.
    "You can't reach any of those knots, either, but I am sure going to enjoy watching you try." Then her voice grew gentle. "Does anything hurt?"
    "No."
    "Are your hands okay?"
    "Yes."
    "Feet?"
    "Yes."
    She stepped away for a moment. I heard her enter the closet and return after a moment. She roughly pulled some sort of harness over my head. It felt like it was made from straps of leather. She buckled it into place.
    "Open your mouth," she ordered. She had one hand on the back of my head and she was holding something long and black in front of my mouth. I clamped my lips together.
    She bent down and whispered into my ear. "Do not fight me, Melissa. You will lose. I can leave you like this all night. You won't like it."
    Meekly I opened