Here is the next installment of Hallmark!
– Richard
Arnold looked between the two of them. “Should I be nervous?”
“Depends on what kind of rope Jenny has,” said Mark.
“Rope? What rope, why are you getting rope?”
Mark walked out of the kitchen and Arnold turned back to Chelsea, “Why is he getting rope?”
“I may have insulted his knot-tying a little bit,” she said.
“How does that even come up?”
“I told him that he should keep Hannah tied up in the back of the flower shop, but that he wouldn’t because he sucked at tying people up.”
“That makes even less sense!”
Mark walked back in with Hannah on one arm, and a couple of ropes on the other. “She said we should use the basement,” he said, trying not to laugh.
“She’s as bad as you.”
“Why are we going to the basement?” asked Arnold.
“Because, for some reason, Jenny doesn’t want us doing competitive bondage in her living room. Also, because I left Chel tied up for like six hours down here, even though, ‘my knots suck’.”
Arnold looked back at her.
“Your knots did suck! I could’ve gotten out whenever I wanted!” she said.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“It was relaxing. I got everything angled just right to lean on comfortably.”
Hannah giggled.
“Oh, we’ll see if you’re laughing in a couple minutes,” Chelsea said with a glare.
“Why are you threatening my sub?” asked Mark, as they moved down the creaking stairs. He hit the light switch by feel and walked over towards a well-worn couch in one corner of the unfinished basement.
“It’s only fair. I’ll tie her up, you tie up Arnie. That way no one can say anyone cheated.”
“What if I don’t want anyone else to tie me up?” asked Hannah.
“Why am I getting tied up at all?” asked Arnold.
“What you want doesn’t matter,” snapped Chelsea. “And you,” she turned back to Arnold. “Just go with it. Please? It’ll only take a minute.”
Mark smirked and slowly coiled the rope. “Is this how you were with her in the closet? She was looking a little flushed. Be a dear and let her do it, kitten,” he waved in Chelsea’s direction. She glared as Hannah bounced over.
He passed Chelsea one of the ropes and walked over to Mark. “You game? I promise it won’t hurt or anything. If not, I’m sure we can find someone else upstairs to borrow.”
Arnold glanced between Mark and Chelsea, whose eyes opened in a pleading look.
“I can keep my pants on, right?” he asked
“I’d prefer if you did. Keeps everything nice and professional.”
“Alright. Where do I stand?”
“Right there is fine. What’re we doing, double column?”
“If you want to be boring,” said Chelsea, running the rope through her fingers. It was a little thinner than she was used to working with, 440 paracord.
“I want to get this over with so I can get back to the party.”
“You could always just tap out…”
Mark held out a hand, palm up. “May I?” he asked. Arnold held out his wrists.
“No fair! You can’t start before me!”
“Are we racing? I thought I just had to tie a knot that’d hold for a whole shift,” he leaned in towards Arnold. “Just let me know if it gets too tight or anything. It shouldn’t actually be more than five minutes. One of them will get too excited first. Do you two have a safeword?”
“Sp-splenda…” Mark sputtered a little.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, but stop whispering with my fiancé!” barked Chelsea, yanking the rope around Hannah’s wrists.
“I can’t talk to him while I tie him up?”
“You don’t see me talking to your slut, do you?”
“You could. She’s got quite a mouth on her.”
Hannah grinned.
“Wipe that fucking smile off your face, bitch. Is this entertaining you?”
“Yes… er… no… err… sorry, Miss?” Hannah said.
“I can’t talk to your sub, but you can make mine all horny?”
“He’s not my sub!”
“Are you sure? He looks like he’s enjoying this.” Arnold flushed as Mark wrapped the rope around itself. “Has she ever tied you up before?” Mark whispered.
“No… she did some rope harness thing on herself the other day.”
“Oh yes, she loves those! Maybe she’ll do one for Hannah when we’re done. Would you like that kitten?”
“Oooh, please Daddy? Will you, Miss?” she asked.
Chelsea tied the last knot and grabbed the ring on Hannah’s collar. “I will make you regret ever reading Fifty Shades of Grey, you worthless little whore.”
“Ugh, of course she did. You never told me that, kitten,” said Mark, finishing his own knot and taking a step back. “How’s it feel? Fingers not numb or anything?” he asked, lightly rubbing his own over Arnold’s.
Arnold shook his head while Hannah squirmed. “I’m sorry, Sir. Are you going to punish me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just let her do it.” He put an arm over Arnold’s shoulder. “What do you say, buddy? Should we watch your fiancé torment my girlfriend? I’ll go grab a couple beers upstairs.”
“Are you going to untie me?” asked Arnold.
“I don’t think so. You can drink like that, can’t you? I’ll undo the top.
Arnold shrugged, “OK. That sounds fine, I guess.”
“Stop flirting!” yelled Chelsea, shoving Hannah back onto the couch.
J R Vincente 