Have you ever sat quietly and watched someone sleep?
Someone with their arms and legs strapped to the legs of a coffee table so they were spread eagled, face down in front of you?
Someone that was completely naked because you had cut every bit of clothing except their socks and shoes from their body?
Even if you have, you can have no concept of what I felt that day as I sat on my couch staring at Jet's hard body after she passed out from a terrific orgasm just from my touching her. Not even if you have listened to Paganini while walking through the collected works of Monet could you have touched the beauty that I sat enraptured by.
I do not know how long I sat there, how long she was unconscious. I know that the sunlight streaming through the window had moved up her muscular legs to highlight her fantastic ass when her head finally moved and her arm twitched against the bindings.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Need to pee." Jet answered muzzily.
I slipped the seatbelt cutter through the restraints, one at a time, and they split, leaving her free to sit up. She rubbed at her wrists as she turned to face me.
I ignored her full breasts and her flat rippling abdomen as best I could, intent on her face. Jet stared back at me, but I couldn't read her expression. Was she pleased? Upset? What? Had she wanted this or had I crossed a line? Why wasn't she saying anything?
"I don't know where your bathroom is."
"Oh," I rose and led the way to my bedroom. "It's right in there." I pointed at the doorway next to the one she was entering.
She walked into the bathroom and, without closing the door, sat on the toilet. She stared at me as I listened to the sound of water in water. I stared back.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, more to try to get her to talk than anything. She shook her head once each direction. "Thirsty?" She nodded once.
Glad to have something to do rather than stand there wondering if I should feel guilty or not, I left the bedroom and walked to the small kitchenette. I filled a glass with water and stood there, staring at it.
God, what if I had completely misread the entire situation? What if she was pissed? What if she filed charges? What if I lost my best friend and the only woman I had cared about for a long long time?
"It's just a bet, you pussy."
I turned to find Jet standing there. She had removed her socks and shoes and was gloriously nude from the floor up.
"I know that look." Jet said. "I'm not mad. I'm not going to file charges on you. It's just a bet. One you haven't won, I might add. So where is my two grand?"
I smiled at her slowly.
"I thought the bet was one thousand," I said after a moment.
"I raised it." Jet shrugged. "I don't welch."
"And just where would you get two thousand dollars?" I turned to face her and folded my arms across my chest.
"You don't need to worry about that." Jet's chin came up and she looked down her nose at me. "I have it, but you'll never see it. I've been naked, in your home, for how long? And you still have your pants on. What? Are you afraid I'll laugh when I see it like all the rest?"
"I've never had any complaints." I let my eyes wander freely now. She was every bit as amazing as I had imagined. "Besides, I don't remember a time limit being mentioned. We have plenty of time."
"What?" Jet looked disconcerted. "How long were you planning on keeping me here like this?"
"You can leave now if you want," I grinned. "Of course, if you do you'll never know if I could have or not. And then, of course, your clothes are dust rags. So, I guess you would have to walk out naked to your truck and drive home, still naked. And have all of your neighbors see you get out and walk to your front door. Still naked. Oh, and just imagine if one of the cops we work with pulled you over. They would see you very out of uniform, wouldn't they, dear sweet little Janet."
Jet's eyes had widened with every word. She trembled when I described her neighbors seeing her. She stumbled and leaned on the counter, breathing heavily, when I mentioned one of the police officers who brought us new residents catching her like this.
"You don't mean that," She whispered. "You wouldn't make me go out naked like this."
Well, of course I wouldn't. I would be more than happy to give her some clothes. Though it would be a shame to do so. I let my eyes caress every inch of her skin I could see, from the hair on her head to her toes.
"Logan," She whispered. "You wouldn't do that to me."
"Are you sure?" I asked, staring into her eyes. "You look incredible like this. I may have you work like this from now on. You wouldn't mind, would you? Working beside me without a stitch of clothing on? I wonder how many restraints we would have to do. I would bet that the number would increase dramatically. They would riot every night, just to have you come into their cell like this with handc-... Whoa. Are you okay?"
I stepped forward with a frown to catch her as her knees buckled.
"Here, let's go sit down," I took her arm and guided her to the couch. Her eyes were glassy until they fell on the coffee table. She sank into the couch and stared at it.
I went back for the glass of water and brought it to her. I stood holding it out to her, but she didn't seem to notice. She just kept staring at the table where she had been tied.
"Jet," I touched her arm with the glass. She shivered and looked up at me. "Drink this."
Finally, she took the glass and held it with both hands as she drained it. When she took it from her lips again, her eyes returned to the table.
"Are you all right?" I asked, sitting on the edge, facing her. She raised her eyes to meet mine.
"I don't know." She whispered huskily. "When you had me tied down and helpless and you touched me... It's never been like that before. And just then, when you said you were going to make me go out where people could see me like this... I swear I... I don't know how, but I think I ..."
Her voice trailed away as she looked at me.
An idea came to me. I grinned at her and stood. "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I'm going to order a pizza."
I could feel Jet's eyes on my back as I lifted the receiver and punched in the number. I turned and leaned against the wall and smiled at her as the other end rang. Her eyes were round and staring as I placed the order and hung up.
"They said the delivery should be here in about twenty to thirty minutes." I said as I sat down on the couch beside her. "It's a good thing I got the call in before the lunch rush hit. It will be good and hot. Hey, you want to watch a game or something?"
I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee table and reached for the remote.
"Um," Jet was scowling at me. "I thought we had a bet going."
"Oh, we do," I feigned nonchalance as I flipped through the channels. "I figured I would need my strength. So, I thought I'd try after we ate. Oh, speaking of which, that reminds me."
I pulled out my billfold and dug out two twenties and handed them to her.
"Make sure you tip the driver good when he gives you the pizza."
