A Long Night

"I was joking when I said that I wanted a girl for my birthday," he said with exasperation. She took a deep breath, and Jerry saw her breasts rise outwards a little because of their bonds, saw the pointy little nipples strain a little harder against the cloth, and felt another surge of lust sweep through him from the pit of his stomach to his swimming head. He found, to his surprise, that her thighs had not been tied to her calves; the way she was kneeling, it looked like they had.

He scooped her up, staggering slightly under her weight, and felt the ropes press into his arms, felt the warmth of her body, her soft skin and hair against the bare skin of his arms and chest. She didn't loop her arms over his neck well, she couldn't do that, the way they were tied, loops of rope joining them across her back nor even look at him, but sat proudly in his arms like a young queen. Like a goddess in her power.

 Mentally shoving away his arousal, Jerry laid Carol gently down on the bed, putting her legs down first so she was sitting up, then sat behind her, his legs folded. "As soon as I have you untied, I'm sending you back to your room," he said, more to himself than to her, as he leaned forward to work at a knot at the back of her neck and tried to ignore the dark, faintly-scented curls so close to his face. "God, Carol, what possessed you to do this? Suppose I hadn't come home till tomorrow? "I did this because I thought it would make a great birthday present for you. I thought that I'd make a great present, “she added in a rather more thoughtful tone of voice. "Don't tell me you’re returning your present!"