Part 53 (1/2)
”Can you get back to sleep?”
”I'm not sure if I'll be able to fall back asleep.”
”You need your rest. Try.”
”You. You can gag me if you want. That way if I scream it shouldn't wake you. I'm used to sleeping with one.”
I shook my head. ”That isn't necessary. If I did that, you might choke in the night.”
”Mayer didn't care. He'd almost always gag me after the first time I screamed. Sometimes he'd just gag me before I fell asleep. If he didn't want to punish me in the night for screaming.”
”I'm not Mayer. Try to sleep.”
”You aren't going to crop me, are you?”
”Only if you misbehave. Now go to sleep.”
I slid her off my lap. Amy had laid back down already. Watching. Unable to sleep with us making so much noise so close to her.
Amy spoke quietly. ”Sheila? You want to sleep over here? With me? I promise not to bite. And my arms are tied as much as yours. No funny business.”
Sheila smiled gratefully. Perhaps a little female comfort and physical closeness might help. She nodded. Amy s.h.i.+fted herself, moving closer to Sheila. Finally, they were face to face. Their bare bodies touching at the breast and hips. Their legs entwined. Despite the fact that they were both bound and nude, there really wasn't anything s.e.xual about it. Almost like sisters just comforting each other. Amy kissed Sheila's cheek chastely and settled her head down onto the carpet and closed her eyes. In moments Sheila did the same. I sat and watched them as Amy's breathing became regular and Sheila, while obviously not asleep, at least pretended. She was relaxed.
I let the adrenaline work itself out of my system. I slowly rose to my feet and returned to the sofa, working myself under Christi and Jane's feet again. They were fast asleep again. They stirred but didn't awaken as I moved back to the sofa. Again I cursed myself for not returning to the master bedroom. I could feel the aches and kinks already starting. I idly wondered if any of the girls knew ma.s.sage as I slipped back into a deep sleep.
I awoke a lot later, feeling a soft sensation on my lips. I opened my eyes to a nude blonde softly kissing me. Her arms seemed like they were in an odd position. I was instantly aroused, but I pulled back. Her eyes looked questioningly at me.
”Good morning,” she whispered.
I yawned. ”Good morning. What the heck are you doing up so early?”
”Early?”
”Yeah. It's early. I'm not awake. It's early,” instinctively I was whispering with her. The other girls were unlikely awake, either.
She lowered her blue eyes. ”I'm sorry. I. Just could help it.”
I stretched. Wincing as the aches and pains from sleeping sitting up intensified.
”It's alright. Time to get up anyway.”
”I've been a bad girl. You can punish me if you want.”
”Tempting as that is, you wouldn't like your punishment, and I'm not awake enough to punish you. Maybe later.”
She stuck her lip out in a pout and then broke out into a grin, not being able to hold a straight face.
”Can a slave beg for coffee?” she whispered.
”Come on.”
I rose to my feet and groaned at the various muscles that suddenly had appeared. My right arm ached fiercely.
Sheila had turned onto her back. Her feet still touching Amy. Amy was still on her right side, breathing regularly. Elizabeth was going to be in pain as much as I. Still fast asleep, her head tucked into her chest. I glanced over at Jane. She s.h.i.+fted her position as I came off the couch. Sensing her legs being moved in her sleep.
”Not yet. Please,” she mumbled to someone before slipping back into slumber.
I guided Christi out into the hallway. She daintily stepped over the carpet, trying to be silent. As we walked towards the kitchen, she made a deliberate glance into the dining room where her clothes were lying carefully folded on the table. She pulled at her restraints, sighed, and continued her nude journey to the kitchen.
She stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen as I flipped on the coffee maker. I sat down, leaving her standing.
”Aren't you going to untie me?”
”You wouldn't happen to know any ma.s.sage techniques, would you?”
”You mean like walking on your back?” she smiled mischievously.
”Yeah.”
”I used to give my boyfriend ma.s.sages. He liked them.”
”I keep hearing about this boyfriend of yours. You still seeing him?”
”Not in this timeline.”
”On the normal one. You know what I mean.”
”No.”
”No?”
”I broke up with him. About two months ago.”
”Why?”
”He wanted to get married. I didn't. Do we have to talk about this?”
”We'll talk about it if I want to. But alright. What do you want to make us for breakfast.”
”Whatever you want. Can I take a shower first?”
”A shower? After breakfast.”
”But. Please. I feel like I'm so dirty. My hair. My G.o.d. I can't even run my fingers through it.” She tossed her head, her hair limp and tangled. She was a bit of a mess.
”I know. But you might get more dirty at breakfast. Syrup is sticky.”
”You want pancakes again? You'll have to untie me eventually if you want me to cook.” She grinned. Accepting that she simply wasn't going to be allowed to shower before breakfast.
I motioned her over and she groaned as I finally released the ropes holding her arms. She shook them out, wincing.