The fan moved slowly, circulating the warm air over the two lovers in the war torn bed. The air was heavy with sex, candles, and cigarette smoke.
While the soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, the white sound of the ocean lulled the spent ones to sleep in between bonfires of passion.
Nikita moved first. Dreamily, her cuffed hands stroked her puffy pink pussy lips. The brief attention stiffened her protruded bud. She rose to look at him from her place at the foot of the bed, willing him to awaken. He did not move. Her full bladder was desperate for relief. Afraid to wet the floor, she whined through the gag.
"What! What!!" he said in an exasperated way, as he lifted his head toward the foot of the bed.
His sinewy body was well defined, even in repose. Muscle and bone should have been his first and last name. Wolff was an alpha male and she was his porcelain doll. No matter how mismatched they were, they fit each other like yin and yang.
Nikita batted her eyes at him and he returned a glare.
"Do you need something? What!! What do you need?" he boomed with a glint in his eye.
She twitched her fettered legs and squirmed her bottom until she managed to pull herself up on her knees. With cuffed hands before him in a prayerful pose, she bowed her head in supplication. He couldn't resist chucking her chin.
"All right. As if I didn't know."
He pulled out the chamber pot from under the bed and put it near her. Due to days of practice, she managed to poise herself directly over the pot and relieved herself under Wolff's shameless gaze. She closed her eyes with relief.
"Look at me while you pee." he said gently and she quickly complied. He relished her shame at this private moment and lifted her up by her mons once she finished.