Grounded F/M

[sofya]

Sarah and her boyfriend lay sprawled out on the bed, their homework books discarded next to them. They are both dressed casually, in comfortable clothes that hugged their bodies nicely. Sarah is wearing a white tank top and denim shorts, showing off her long, tanned legs, while her boyfriend is in a pair of jeans and a black Metallica t-shirt. The couple is talking about their favorite topic of the moment, the upcoming prom. 18-year-old Sarah's heart fluttering like an anxious bird. Next weekend is a prom night, and she is giddy with anticipation.

His eyes skimming over her outfit with a mix of admiration and desire. His hair combed back and his expression confident. He let out a low whistle as he looked at her, a slow grin spreading across his face.
You look absolutely amazing today," Mike said, his voice warm and admiring. "I don't know how you do it, but you always look so beautiful." Sarah blushed visibly, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
She reached up, her hand playing nervously with the ends of her ponytail, running the silky strands through her fingers. "Do you really like me?" she asked, her voice soft and just a little bit coy.
Mike smiled at her, his gaze softening. "Of course I do," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You look beautiful, as always. Why would you even ask that?"
Sarah looked at him, a hint of suspicion in her expression. It is obvious that she is still feeling insecure about something, her eyes searching his gaze for reassurance. "I don't know," she said quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
Mike's expression softened, and he lifted her chin gently with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze head-on. "Don't say that," he said softly, his voice edged with a touch of frustration. "You know damn well there's no one else I'd rather be with than you."
Sarah sighed, her shoulders tensing slightly as she crossed her legs on the bed. She is trying to appear calm, "It's just... sometimes I can't help but feel like I'm not good enough for you," Sarah mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mike paused, his brow furrowing as he tried to find the right words. Running a hand through her hair. " trust me," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

Sarah looked him directly in the eyes, her expression intense. "Prove it," she said, a challenge in her voice. "Do something for me. Earn my trust." She folded her arms across her chest, waiting to see how he'd respond.
Mike's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by her demand. But he recovered quickly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Alright then," he said, his voice confident. "Challenge accepted."
He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes never leaving hers. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his tone playful but with an underlying hint of determination.
Sarah thought for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. Then, a wicked gleam flashed in her eyes. "I want you to prove that you're mine," she said finally, a coy smirk playing on her lips.
Sarah's eyes flicked down to the box, where a coil of rope lay abandoned. She picked it up, feeling the smoothness of the nylon fiber in her hands. She looked back up at Mike, her expression challenging. "If you're serious about earning my trust," she said, "then you won't mind letting me tie you up."
Mike raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and arousal coursing through him. "You want to tie me up?" he asked, his voice low and almost a little hoarse.
Sarah nodded, her gaze never leaving his. "Yes," she said, her voice full of unspoken promises. "Tie you up. I want to see if you trust me enough to let me have that kind of control over you."

Mike took a deep breath and then nodded, his face betraying a hint of excitement at the thought of what is about to happen. He turned around, his body moving with a fluid ease, and positioned his wrists behind his back. "Tie me up," he said softly, his voice filled with anticipation.
Sarah moved behind him, her hands trembling slightly with excitement. She wrapped the soft rope around Mike's wrists, securing them tightly together, her touch gentle but firm. She took her time, the rope gliding against his skin as she made sure the knots are secure. With each loop and tie, she could feel his breath hitching and could hear his breathing quickening. The rope cinched tightly around his wrists, and she could see his muscles tense, the sensation new and slightly uncomfortable. "Is this too tight?" she asked softly, wanting to make sure he is tightly tied up . Mike could feel the restriction of the rope, and he admitted that it is a little tight, but he wanted to hide the fact that he is tied up strictly .
With a final tug, Sarah tightened the last knot. She inspected the ropes, checking to make sure they are secure. "There," she said softly, her voice filled with satisfaction. "That should do it.

Mike couldn't help but feel a shiver run through his body at her words. His wrists are bound tightly, his arms held firmly behind his back. He is at her mercy now, unable to escape if he wanted to.
Sarah smiled, seeing the result of her handiwork. Mike is completely at her mercy, unable to move or escape.
Sarah's fingers slid down Mike's body, stopping at his belt buckle. She quickly undid it, and then, with a sharp tug, she pulled it free from the belt loops on his jeans. She knelt down in front of him, wrapping the belt around his ankles, tying them together tightly. She could feel his muscles tense as the leather rubbed against his skin, but he didn't say a word, only watching her intently.
She looked at him, a sly smile on her face. "Now that I have you all tied up, I have a one questions for you, and I expect you to be completely honest."
Mike nodded, his body tense with anticipation. He knows that he couldn't escape, and that Sarah is in control. "Yes," he said, his voice low and breathy. "I'll answer your question truthfully."
Sarah smirked, her gaze fixed on Mike. "I heard you were seen with a girl in the park, holding hands. Who is she? Do you like her?"
Mike tensed at her question, his mind racing to come up with a plausible explanation. He knows he has been caught, and there is no denying it. "It's not what it looks like," he said quickly, trying to keep his voice steady. "She's just a friend."
Sarah's voice is sharp and firm as she confronted him, her eyes fixed on his face. "You were seen kissing this 'friend' of yours. Do you really think I'm going to believe that she's just a friend?" She paused, waiting for his response. Mike tried to look away, feeling the heat of her accusing gaze. "It's not what it looks like," he repeated, but his voice is weak and unconvincing.
Sarah's expression hardened as she spoke, her voice filled with a harsh conviction. "You guys are all the same. Greedy and cheat on your partners." She shook her head, disgust in her eyes.

Sarah walked over to a drawer and took out a wool scarf. Mike's eyes followed her every move, his curiosity growing with each passing second. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice tinged with both anticipation and uncertainty.
Sarah turned back to him, her expression stern. "You're grounded until I decide to untie you," she said, her voice hard. "I don't want to hear your liar's mouth. You've lost the privilege of speaking until I say so."
Mike protested as Sarah approached him with the green woolen scarf, but his words were muffled by the fabric as she quickly gagged him. He could feel the rough texture of the scarf against his mouth. He is completely silenced, helpless to resist Sarah's authority over him.

FIN

[LunaDog]

Enjoyed this. It was well written, and flowed.

[Roboticrobin20]

Lovely story, keep up the awesome work!

[TiedFemboy]

Very well written!