s*x Chained

Captured

Chapter 10

The elevator came to a halt on the fifth floor; and when the doors opened, Chris and Nat stepped out together. As soon as they reached the storage room, she produced her key ring and opened the solid mahogany door, then flicked on the first bank of overheads. Despite the ventilation system in this windowless area, the vault still reeked of old, decaying paper, vintage metal and wood. Row upon row of file cabinets stretched toward the back, but beyond the first bank sat a library table, chairs and several index reference books that categorized the contents of the entire vault. Nat didn't have to consult the book to know what files she needed and immediately led her boss down the second row of metal cabinets.

Finding the right cabinet, Nat pulled it open and plunged her hands inside the deep drawer. "I don't think this is it. I'm looking for the 1994 ledger. It's a heavy, long book. Maybe it's in the bottom file. Could you check for me?"

"Sure." Bending at the knees, Chris opened the bottom drawer of the neighboring cabinet, but saw nothing at first but black space. That space would soon turned into a dark, yawning abyss.

As Nat clamped the chloroform-soaked handkerchief over her boss's nose, she watched as Chris fought against losing consciousness, lashing out at the cold metal cabinets and then trying to pry the cloth off his face. She felt a twinge of amusement, knowing that he couldn't quite get his brain to work his hands; until, finally, he found himself giving up the battle to stay awake and slipped quite comfortably and serenely into a black void.

Nat counted to ten to make sure Christian O'Connell was out cold before she replaced the bottle of chloroform and the handkerchief in the hidey hole she had cleared in a file drawer for that purpose. She had order the small bottle of chloroform online, no questions asked. It had been oh, so very simple, as had her other orders for all the other supplies she needed.

As she gazed at her boss, she ascertained that he certainly looked and felt completely out of it. Then, placing her hands under his arms, she pulled his inert body along the cement floor. It took some effort on her part, but Nat prided herself on her hearty bone structure. After all, she had just climbed a building and swung through a tree, hadn't she?

At the cot she had set up in the back room, she managed to shove her boss stomach down on the mattress, stretch his legs across, and finally flip him on his back. After taking off his loafers, Nat worked the heavy chain attached to the wall clamp so that the locking metal bracelet encircled his right ankle. The ever-efficient assistant pulled it taut to make sure she gave her boss just enough room to move, but not so far as to reach the last of the file cabinets.

Next, Nat brought out the duct tape and rope. She couldn't risk having Chris awake and scream his lungs out when the night cleaning crew arrived. She would wait for Diego Santano and Anna Slovak, the janitorial employees, to do their job and leave before she undid her sweetheart's bindings and explain the situation. Wrapping the rope around his arms, she knotted it tight enough to keep those limbs at his side, then stuck a strip of tape to his mouth. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Nat examined her handy work and knew she had done a superior job of securing her boss for his temporary . For an instant, Nat thought of the Employee of the Year award. She had certainly performed her job far and above expectations, could even call it "other duties as assigned," and Chris would have to give her five stars now!

So far, everything checked out as planned. For added measure, Natalie re-positioned the plastic porta-potty near the cot, then stretched to get rid of the kinks. Whoa, what a piece of work! With the healthy dose of chloroform she had given him, her dream lover would probably be out for four or five hours. Don't worry, darling, you are in good hands, and I've made sure you'll be as comfortable as possible.

Satisfied for the moment, Nat made it back to her desk and retrieved her boss' cell phone. As she surmised, Merrill Strang had left several messages, both text and voice:

Where are U? What's up? I'm at the airport! Call me, please!

Tsk, tsk. The slick blond with the huge inflated boobs would have to travel by herself, as her paramour was in the midst of a well-deserved nap. Proceeding to the employee lounge, Nat checked the refrigerator to make sure she had her love feast ready. As soon as her darling Chris awoke, he would probably be ravenous. Nat had decided to do the cooking herself rather than order from the diner a few doors away. She couldn't risk running into someone she knew. The security guard on the ground floor was not particularly bright nor very observant, yet she didn't want to arouse suspicion. Nat expected the two custodians soon, but she had the catch-all excuse of working late, even on a major holiday weekend. Dedication to the job knew no time off for celebrations!

Pulling out a Chef's Salad for herself from the fridge, Nat glanced at the food she would present her boss when he awoke: oysters on the half shell, and a homemade lasagna casserole, sure to stimulate both his gastric and erotic appetites! Nat had shopped diligently for all the right ingredients and knew what Chris would enjoy: sweet Italian sausage, mushrooms, a hearty marinara sauce and two cheeses: Ricotta and hand-grated Parmesan. She turned the kitchenette oven on low and popped in the lasagna.

Then, gathering up her salad and a new romance novel titled “Whispering Desires,” Nat went back to the storeroom and settled herself at the table. As her boss—actually her soon-to-be wonderful, handsome new lover—snored deeply in the corner, she started on her book and her salad, giving herself a quarter of an hour for a dinner break.