Inside the sofa was it was warm and surprisingly comfortable and Jack hadn't woken once the whole night. When he did wake, he found that Laura was no longer lying on the sofa above him and he was able to push his hands through the mesh and throw off the seat cushions. He still couldn't get out of the mesh prison she'd folded him inside, but at least he could now see the real world.
"Good morning." Laura smiled as she breezed into the lounge bare foot and in jeans and t-shirt.
"Any chance you can use that sexy body of yours to unfold this sofa!"
Laura giggled and replaced one of the seat cushions which rested on top of Jack's head. She then sat on it and crossed her legs.
Laura had always had a sadistic side which she used to help her work out her frustrations. Being mean to the family cat had made her feel better as a kid. As an adult, her sadistic tendencies were mixed up her sexuality. The result was a woman who gained enormous pleasant from dominating and controlling people.
She found Jack very attractive, he was a very fit and good looking guy. She thought she loved him, although it was her own brand of love which came with certain conditions.
Still half asleep, Jack lay on his back and stared up at the blackness of the cushion that covered his face. He couldn't get out, but his imagination could certainly wander. In his mind he went directly up, through the cushion until he reached a layer of denim that would be pulled tight around Laura's butt. Resting on top of the denim would be her panties, probably silk and certainly tight. With the temperature rising, he thought about her butt squeezed inside her clothing. Her body would be arching up from there to her cute face. Way above him and way out of reach. Yet all bearing down on him right then.
Laura just sat and watched as her fit guy fought to turn around inside the confines of the sofa. His objective was simple, for his head to be at the end of the sofa where Laura wasn't sitting. But she didn't make it easy for him as he struggled beneath her.
"That took over a minute." she said when his face finally appeared from under her.
"What?" Jack panted back.
"Try again."
"At least unlock these bloody handcuffs!"
Laura laughed as though it was the most funny suggestion in the world.
"I can't even remember where the keys are for those."
"Laura...." he started to speak before getting cut off.
Laura simply stood up, moved the sofa cushion to the other end of the sofa where Jack's head was and sat down. Jack fought to free his head from underneath her for a second time as Laura crossed her legs and waited.
"Laura!" he warned as he caught his breath.
"Where's it going next?" she stood and wiggled her ass at him.
She removed the sofa cushion and dropped down on to his chest and winded him for a moment. They were both laughing, but Jack was starting to ache.
"Laura!" he cried.
"Why are you struggling?" she asked. "You know there's no way out."
Laura sat back down on the mesh above Jack's chest and put her feet up on the arm of the sofa and looked at him between her thighs. Like this, Jack's cuffed hands were useless and all he could do was stare at the stitching that ran up the crotch of her jeans.
"How many stitches are there?" she asked.
"What?"
"Count them for me." she giggled.
Laura slid her butt a little closer to Jack's head so that she was now sitting on his neck. They looked into each other's eyes as the pressure on his throat increased. Laura felt fantastic, aroused and in control. All her problems seemed to disappear.
Jack was also rock hard. The warm denim had her scent. Swallowing was difficult, but there was a thrill in knowing that her butt could do so much more damage. He looked up into her eyes, which were looking strangely studious behind her black framed glasses.
"More?" she asked.
Laura had tormented him for another hour before finally unfolding the sofa bed. They had then spent the next hour in Laura's bed making love. Jack had made sure he was on top, but the more he lay on her with his full weight, the more Laura enjoyed it. He may not have got his full revenge, but he still felt good.
Jack had planned to take Laura out for brunch, but she was still refusing to tell him where she'd hidden the keys to the handcuffs. Now he really did want out of the cuffs, but every time he asked her, Laura got defensive.
It seemed that time with Laura was a trade off, unlimited sex with a beautiful woman came with some drawbacks. Jack knew this wouldn't be a long term relationship, he wouldn't be able to survive that, but it was fun for now.
In the end, Laura went out for food which they ate at her flat, before returning to the sofa for a Saturday afternoon movie. Jack looked down at the cushion he was sitting on. He then looked across to the cushion that Laura was sitting on, the cream coloured cushion moulding around her jeans, the same jeans that she'd worn the night before.
"You were in here last night." Laura smiled as she tapped the cushion between her thighs, once again her uncanny knack of knowing what he was thinking. "You were right beneath me."
