‘Don’t look at me like that,’ she said hoarsely.
‘Like what?’
‘Like you know something and I don’t. He loves me. I love him.’ She stopped suddenly, because other words were forcing themselves up her throat. She tasted them, rolling them about on her tongue, shocked even as she released them: ‘He’s the only man I’ve ever been with.’
Until you.
He shook his head, swearing under his breath. ‘Looks like it’s more than your car that needs attention,’ he muttered as he took hold of her left wrist, pinning it gently to his chest. He reached behind her to the bench and brought forth a length of webbing strap. Quietly he knotted it about her wrist.
‘What...?’ she whispered, surfacing from a whirlpool of sensation.
‘It’s OK. I just want to get a proper look at you.’ Trailing the strap, he pulled her into the middle of the workshop. There was a hoist there for lifting cars, already raised over head height though no vehicle sat on it. He threw a loop of the strap over a metal strut and pulled on it to raise her arm over her head.
‘Gavin!’ She started to squirm, suddenly nervous.
Plot:
Non-supernatural. Sarah is
driving through the
Scottish Highlands on her way to meet Mervyn, with whom she's been
having a secret affair ever since he was her tutor at
university. But her car breaks down and when she calls out the
emergency services, local garage mechanic Gavin turns up with his
truck. What happens between them will upset all her plans and turn her
life
upside down...Sexual Themes: straight, bondage,
Notes:
Yet
another story that failed to place in an online competition - or at
least, the first 1000 words (where Sarah and Gavin first encounter each
other) was. I don't have any luck with online competitions!
Having bombed out on that one I rewrote the story seed, producing a
fuller tale with a backstory, a plot, and a dilemma for the female lead.Oddly romantic, this one, in a quite traditional way.
I lurked up and down my local highstreet while writing this, peering into the garage workshop.
The Scottish village I was picturing as a location, in case you're interested, was Inveraray.
I don't often use condoms even in my contemporary stories. Some readers and writers think they're crucial in order to establish, for example, that the protagonists are not flaming idiots; but I'm a bit more toward the in-an-ideal-world-they-wouldn't-be-necessary style of fantasy. I did use condoms in this story for a particular reason: Gavin ties Sarah up at one point and smears her in engine oil. Now that is not on the Health and Safety Executive's recommended list of sexual practices by a very long way: engine oil is potentially (mildly) carcinogenic with repeated exposure (although let's face it, there isn't a garage mechanic in the world who doesn't get it smeared all over his face and hands every day). I wanted to make it clear he wasn't using it on any delicate tissues, that he did clean it off thoroughly, and that he was being responsible and thoughtful. The condoms were part of that package.
