Continued from Chapter Three...
The door clicked shut as Alex walked through the apartment.
Great,
thought Jill, sarcastically,
what am I supposed to do now?
Jill found herself in quite a predicament. Her handcuffs were still firmly locked around her slender wrists, and the roughness of Jill and Alex's just-finished coupling had chafed the delicate skin of her forearm. She was flat on her stomach, unable to hoist herself more than a few inches from the bed. Alex had left her naked, covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and his cum had dried onto her back in small, sticky, dime-sized pools. Her hair clung to the back of her neck, but her cuffs did not allow her to disentangle her locks.
"I'm a hot mess," she announced to nobody.
Alex had left the room, but Jill heard the faint sounds of rustling in the apartment. Was he waltzing around her pad, tidying and eating breakfast, or was her roommate home from a night on the town? Jill cringed at the prospect of the latter, wondering what possible explanation she could have for her current state.
Jill tried to hoist herself into a kneeling position. She braced her bound hands on the rungs of the headboard, shimmying her knees up to her chest. The friction between her bare breasts and the rumpled sheets of her unmade bed made her freeze. The buds of her nipples, recuperating from Alex's rough pulls and tweaks, were slowly rising to meet the fabric, and each brush of the sheet felt like feathers down Jill's back. Her nipples had become ultra-sensitive in her post-orgasmic bliss, and her body was quickly revving up for sexual activity.
Jill was Sex personified. Kneeling, cuffed to her bedpost, she smelled of last night's beer, musk, semen, and her own sweet scent of girlcum. Her inner thighs were sticky from her second-ever female ejaculation, and her knees had come to rest on a damp patch of comforter, undoubtedly from a mixture of two people's orgasms. She had come hard only moments before, but her body felt a fresh wave of heat surge through her body.
Jill's hips seemed to move involuntarily against her sheets. The blankets she and Alex had just made love in balled under her taut body, and she gyrated against them. They formed a ridge under her. She humped her bed slowly, feeling her nakedness against the sheets. Her nipples grew pert at the attention as they lightly grazed her pillowcase. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
Jill hoisted herself up on her headboard by wiggling her wrists to get a better grasp on the metal bars. Slowly, she was able to manipulate her young body up and down her sheets. Her clit rose to attention, grazing the bed with each manipulation.
Her pulse quickened as she moved faster against the bed. The metal cuffs clanged against the headboard as she jostled around, caring only about the heat radiating from her slit.
Her slow gyrations grew quicker in pace, becoming animalistic. Jill moaned aloud, howling to the ceiling as she humped her bed furiously.
Jill's torso had found the perfect angle against her sheets. Her feet had moved the comforter between her legs, and Jill was humping the mass of blankets wildly. Her head was thrown back in concentration.
Jill thought of how Alex had manhandled her minutes before. She relived their coupling, her mind racing from the perversity of his newfound desire to control her. She liked it. It drove her wild with desire to know that Alex was in complete control of her pleasure. She felt naughty knowing she was about to get off without his permission. It made her gyrate against her sheets harder, as if desperate to find out what punishment Alex would have in store for her.
Jill was reaching a plateau in her self-loving, but she soon realized her bed sheets could not deliver her second orgasm of the morning. She slowed her humping, thoroughly frustrated with herself, and slumped back onto the bed. She was hot, she was bothered, and she was alone.
"Having fun?"
Jill froze, trying to make her small frame seem unassuming at the mass of sheets on her bed. She turned her head as far as she could to make out Alex's half-naked figure leaning against her bureau.
He strode over to the bedside, kneeling down beside her.
"Looks like somebody missed me while I was gone...," he whispered in her ear. He fingered a loose strand of hair that had been clinging to her cheek, tucking it around her ear. Alex slowly caressed Jill down her naked frame, smiling at the involuntary shudder her body gave at his slightest touch.
"Uncuff me?" Jill asked willfully, half-wishing he would say no.
Alex dangled the keys in front of Jill's nose.
"What do you say?" He asked, teasingly, not knowing what she actually wanted.
"Please..." she whimpered.
Alex undid her handcuffs and crawled over her sprawled, naked form to join her on her bed. Jill massaged her wrists once again, remembering the pain and pleasure she had received from being rendered immobile. She rolled around to face her boyfriend.
"Hi," she said, simply.
"Hey yourself," he responded.
Jill curled into his body, matching his curves with hers, and took a deep whiff of his scent. He had showered, she surmised, based on the strong smell of his aftershave and soap. His body was damp, not with sweat, but with the afterglow of humidity.
Jill traced the outline of his barely perceptible muscles with her now-freed hands. She started slowly, relishing his presence. Then she grew bolder, massaging and touching every inch of his chest and abdomen, as if she had never felt him before. Alex grinned as he watched her manipulate his skin -- she looked like a child on Christmas, unwrapping a long, sought-after toy.
Jill's hands went south of Alex's belly button, tickling the short, black hairs that led to his boxers. She began to inch his shorts down his legs slowly.
