back away. “It’s big, and heavy. I can’t bend my elbow. I didn’t think it would make me feel so…so owned.”
“Owned?” He paused to cup her chin and kissed her hard and fast. “You’re damned right, you’re owned.”
Anna smiled and dipped her head, submitting as Jensen finished lacing her other arm up. Once he was done, he added padded restraints to her ankles and thighs.
“Okay, into bed.” He threw back the covers.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t sleep like this.”
“You’re going to.”
Anna sat, the thick cuffs around her thighs rubbing each other. She lay flat on her back, her heavy arms resting at her sides.
Jensen climbed in beside her.
“I can’t move,” she said.
“Maybe I’ll get some sleep.”
“You always sleep.”
“Only because I can sleep though a beating. You punched me in the kidney last week.”
Anna choked back a laugh. “I did not.”
“You’re the most restless sleeper I ever met.” He looped the straps that dangled from the ends of the sleeves through the “D” rings in the cuffs on her thighs.
“So I have to stay like this all night?”
“No. I’m not fastening the straps. They will pull free if you work at it, so you can change position. However, every time I wake up I’ll strap you in again.”
Anna had slept in restraints before. It hadn’t made her feel much besides stiff and slightly irritated—she did like to move around in her sleep. But that was before Jensen. As he turned out the lights and pulled the covers over them, her body started to tingle. Her nipples were stiff, rubbing against the sheet. Her pussy started to throb. She held still, tried to calm her mind, to relax, but sleep wouldn’t come.
“Master?”
He grunted.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Are your arms okay? Anna you have to tell me if it’s too tight.” He touched her fingers, checking to make sure they were still warm. If the sleeves were too tight they would restrict circulation to her fingers, which would get cold.
“My arms are okay.”
“What is it?”
“I’m…I’m…” Anna was at a loss for words. She wouldn’t have had any trouble telling him she was aroused in the heat of a scene, but somehow lying here, helpless, made it seem like a strange thing to say.
After a moment of silence, his hand slid from hers, across her belly to the mound of her sex. Anna parted her legs. He dipped his fingers in.
“You’re soaked. I didn’t think you liked overnight bondage.”
“I don’t.”
“Really?” He rubbed her clit and Anna arched up off the bed.
Master Jensen cupped her pussy, his palm over her mound, two fingers nestled between the lips of her sex, the others alongside the outer lips. He dragged his pillow next to hers, and lay down on his side. “Go to sleep, Anna.”
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
Within minutes Jensen was asleep, his hand cupping her sex. It was a long time before Anna joined him.
Anna jerked awake. She’d tried to roll over, but her legs wouldn’t straighten out. After a minute of maneuvering, she realized that at some point she’d curled up, and Jensen had attached the straps from the sleeves to the ankle restraints, essentially hogtying her.
He was sleeping beside her, lying on his back with his head turned away. She tugged until the straps slipped free and she was able to straighten her legs. Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling.
Quiet mornings were hard for her—they allowed for too much thinking. Anna usually fell into bed exhausted at night, so mornings were when her mind raced. It didn’t help that she’d been in the middle of a bad dream, the same one she’d had for years.
In the dream, she was sitting in a stiff plastic chair in a waiting room. That was the whole dream—waiting. Waiting for news, waiting for her heart to break.
Anna closed her eyes, willing away the memory, and the accompanying feelings. She was here now, getting what she needed. Jensen was right beside her.
But she
“Owned?” He paused to cup her chin and kissed her hard and fast. “You’re damned right, you’re owned.”
Anna smiled and dipped her head, submitting as Jensen finished lacing her other arm up. Once he was done, he added padded restraints to her ankles and thighs.
“Okay, into bed.” He threw back the covers.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t sleep like this.”
“You’re going to.”
Anna sat, the thick cuffs around her thighs rubbing each other. She lay flat on her back, her heavy arms resting at her sides.
Jensen climbed in beside her.
“I can’t move,” she said.
“Maybe I’ll get some sleep.”
“You always sleep.”
“Only because I can sleep though a beating. You punched me in the kidney last week.”
Anna choked back a laugh. “I did not.”
“You’re the most restless sleeper I ever met.” He looped the straps that dangled from the ends of the sleeves through the “D” rings in the cuffs on her thighs.
“So I have to stay like this all night?”
“No. I’m not fastening the straps. They will pull free if you work at it, so you can change position. However, every time I wake up I’ll strap you in again.”
Anna had slept in restraints before. It hadn’t made her feel much besides stiff and slightly irritated—she did like to move around in her sleep. But that was before Jensen. As he turned out the lights and pulled the covers over them, her body started to tingle. Her nipples were stiff, rubbing against the sheet. Her pussy started to throb. She held still, tried to calm her mind, to relax, but sleep wouldn’t come.
“Master?”
He grunted.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Are your arms okay? Anna you have to tell me if it’s too tight.” He touched her fingers, checking to make sure they were still warm. If the sleeves were too tight they would restrict circulation to her fingers, which would get cold.
“My arms are okay.”
“What is it?”
“I’m…I’m…” Anna was at a loss for words. She wouldn’t have had any trouble telling him she was aroused in the heat of a scene, but somehow lying here, helpless, made it seem like a strange thing to say.
After a moment of silence, his hand slid from hers, across her belly to the mound of her sex. Anna parted her legs. He dipped his fingers in.
“You’re soaked. I didn’t think you liked overnight bondage.”
“I don’t.”
“Really?” He rubbed her clit and Anna arched up off the bed.
Master Jensen cupped her pussy, his palm over her mound, two fingers nestled between the lips of her sex, the others alongside the outer lips. He dragged his pillow next to hers, and lay down on his side. “Go to sleep, Anna.”
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
Within minutes Jensen was asleep, his hand cupping her sex. It was a long time before Anna joined him.
Anna jerked awake. She’d tried to roll over, but her legs wouldn’t straighten out. After a minute of maneuvering, she realized that at some point she’d curled up, and Jensen had attached the straps from the sleeves to the ankle restraints, essentially hogtying her.
He was sleeping beside her, lying on his back with his head turned away. She tugged until the straps slipped free and she was able to straighten her legs. Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling.
Quiet mornings were hard for her—they allowed for too much thinking. Anna usually fell into bed exhausted at night, so mornings were when her mind raced. It didn’t help that she’d been in the middle of a bad dream, the same one she’d had for years.
In the dream, she was sitting in a stiff plastic chair in a waiting room. That was the whole dream—waiting. Waiting for news, waiting for her heart to break.
Anna closed her eyes, willing away the memory, and the accompanying feelings. She was here now, getting what she needed. Jensen was right beside her.
But she
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