DesperateI drifted in and out of consciousness, cozy under the covers, the warmth soothing to my aching muscles. Every now and then, I’d try to shift position, roll over or draw my hand down and under my cheek, only to be brought up short by the restraint still wrapped around my wrist.
Sir had decided I wasn’t ready to be released, not yet.
I’d lost sense of time, half asleep and half awake, but I thought it had been at least an hour, maybe two, that he’d left me, cuffed to his bed. And I’d stay here until he decided to untie me, unless I shouted my safe word at the little device in the corner. A great use for an old baby monitor.
I was starting to think about it, because I really had to pee, but if I called out red there’d be no more playing, not today, so I resolved to wait it out a l
