Roxana found herself rousing from sleep. As she slowly reached consciousness, she felt someone touching her. Between her legs, stroking her folds, teasing her nub and slipping fingers inside her. As she surrendered to the sensation she let out a moan.
"Look's like you're finally awake." A deep mirthful voice said.
Her eyes opened. The sight of the playroom greeted her. She remembered where she was and who was touching her. Feeling the rope on her arms and legs.
"Mnph...What do you think you're doing Axias?" She mumbled. Still not feeling fully awake.
He chuckled.
"Isn't it obvious, I'm getting you wet so I can fuck you with this."
He pressed his erection into her backside. He purred into her ear.
"You know it's going to feel good when it's deep inside."
He increased the pace of his fingers pumping them in and out, caressing them against her sweet spot. Rubbing her nub in a way that made her gently rock her hips. She quietly groaned as he nuzzled his lips against her neck, he moved up to nibble on her earlobe. As he felt her moisten around his fingers, he pulled them out. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed himself inside. She moaned as he did and he sighed as he fully sheathed himself inside her. He slowly ground his hips against her. Keeping his speed leisurely, he was in no rush.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
He kept caressing her nub, lightly pinching it between his fingers. He ran his free hand up to her breast and began playing with her nipple, teasing it. She softly rolled her hips into him and moaned.
"Thought so." he growled.
She considered fighting him, but it felt nice and she didn't have the energy. He started to gently pump himself into her, lightly slapping his hips against her ass. He purred into her ear.
"Burying myself inside you first thing in the morning is delicious."
He started to pump his hips harder. Pushing deep into her. As his pace increased Roxana became aware of an uncomfortable bodily function.
"...wait...stop, my bladder is full. You keep going, I'll wet the bed!" She groaned.
He paused and withdrew. Roxana felt conflicting emotions. Relief at the pressure on her bladder being removed. Frustration at the cessation of the pleasure he was giving her. Finally anger at herself for so easily submitting to it. He pulled her up off the bed and guided her, shuffling her over to the drain. As he stood her over it, he parted her nether lips with the fingers of one hand.
"Go then, pass water."
He ordered, mischievous smile on his face.
"No!" She retorted.
She was not going to just willingly humiliate himself like this.
He smirked.
"Very well. I'll amuse myself until you feel like going."
He kept his fingers holding her folds apart as he used his other hand to position himself at her entrance and sank himself inside her. She groaned as the pressure against her bladder returned. He moved his hand to her nub and started rubbing it with his fingers. He gradually sped up his hips smacking against her ass until he was pounding into her. She moaned through her clenched teeth each time she let out a breath. The flicking of her nub and the speed of his thrusts caused her to start squeezing him. It increased the pressure inside uncomfortably, she wasn't sure how long she could hold it for. He kept up his powerful thrusts until she felt her muscles begin to quiver, her legs shook and pleasurable jolts shot up her spine. Her back arched as she cried out, her internal muscles clamped down as she came. She felt the hot gush of his seed as her own bladder released its contents in a stream in front of her into the drain. The relief she felt added to the pleasure surging through her. Counter balanced by the humiliation she felt as she realised he had watched the stream come out of her. He had made her piss. His dopey happy grin had a hint of victory to it.
"Don't you feel so much better after that?"
He asked, his expression smug.
He pulled himself out of her and reached for a rag he wetted it and wiped her clean before carrying her back to bed. She was filled with fury towards him yet again, but buried it. She wasn't going to get out of this by spitting and hissing at him at every opportunity. She needed to let him think she was slowly coming round so he was more likely to let something fall through the cracks.
"While I appreciate not having a full bladder, you clearly find arousal in humiliating me." She looked at him pointedly.
He climbed above her looking down, a demented smile on his face.
"I find all of you arousing. Your fury, your moans, your shame and the thought of your eventual submission."
"How do you plan to make me submit? You can't keep me here forever, my absence is going to be noticed. I'm meant to be giving your brother instruction soon!" She pointed out.
"You'll see...if no one knows you are in here, how are they going to find you? Besides you can't deny how much your sex likes and welcomes my touch even if your lips say otherwise." He ran his hand up her thigh.
"Do you plan to feed me at some point? I haven't had anything since your 'special' tea yesterday."
He chuckled.
"...Right, the only thing you've had in you is me...let me see if I can go rustle something up."
He put on his shirt, trousers and boots, then left the room, she heard the door lock behind him. While he was not in the room and she had her hands bound in front of her, she fiddled with the collar. Examining it to see if there was a means of loosening it or removing it. She found there was a clasp on the back, while probing it with her fingers she detected a small padlock of sorts. The loop of metal securing it was thin, perhaps it could be cut? She hopped her way over to the small table where he had left the shaving kit the night before, which included the razor. She twisted the collar round to bring the loop to the front as she hopped.
When she reached the table she picked up the razor blade and started carefully sawing through, trying not to cut herself and keeping her ears pricked for any footsteps approaching the door. This was far from the best tool for the task but it was all she had. When she paused to check, the blade was working, starting to cut through the loop but it was quickly blunting. She resumed her effort, if she could just cut through the loop, she thought she must be close to cutting through when she heard footsteps coming. She put the blade down and hopped back to the bed. Quietly laying herself across it, she felt the loop as she adjusted the collar back to its original position. The loop was holding on by a hair, she could potentially snap it in her fingers. But doing it and trying to remove the collar just as he was about to walk back in was risky. If he caught her before she got it off, he would secure it and her more thoroughly. She would bide her time.
The door swung open and he walked in with a tray of food and drink. It had some fruit, a bowl of soup and some tea. He closed the door then brought the tray over to the bed. He placed it down then sat at the head board and dragged her to sit between his legs. He picked up a bunch of grapes and began to pop them off, holding them in his fingers in front of her.
"Are you feeding me like a pet now?" She asked, she couldn't hide the disdain in her voice.
He smirked.
"I'm trying to be considerate. I imagine it's difficult to eat with your hands bound."
"You could just unbind my hands?"
"The question should be can I trust you aren't going to throw a punch at me? And the answer is no."
