Fuck, that sound was sexy. Even trapped, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
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It was hard to pot rub myth
<Trapped in Bed
It was hard to not rub my thighs together, craving the release I couldn’t have until I was free. I’d set my alarm clock, and the rule was that I couldn’t unlock the cuffs until it rang. A half hour maybe. A whole hour if I really wanted to torture myself. Today it was forty–five minutes, a happy medium. Waiting was agony, but the reward was so sweet. Or it would have been if I hadn’t dropped the stupid keys.
Totally stuck, and it was the biggest turn–on of my life. For the first time it was real. It was what I’d always dreamt of, to not be in control, to know my release could only come by the help of others. But goddamn was it going to be hard to explain. I didn’t know what to do, even as I ground my thighs together and wiggled on the bed. At least the sheet covered my naughty bits.
The alarm clock went off. Oh God… Now I wasn’t only stuck, I had the damn ringing going off too. This time I could reach with my feet, but once I was twisted around and touching it, there was no easy way to shut it off. My toes weren’t that agile.
I sighed. Fuck it.
Winding up the best I could, I kicked, hoping my years on the soccer team would be enough. The clock smashed against the wall with a crash, the angry ringing shutting off immediately as the flimsy plastic casing shattered. Little bits of clock scattered all over my bedroom floor.
Relieved, I unwound back to a more comfortable position. The slippery silk sheets didn’t follow, and instead slid right off me, off the bed and pooled on the floor.
No, no, no, no…
Great. Cuffed. Naked. Alone. Horny as hell. “Kaylee? You okay up there?”
And that was all I needed to make my day complete. Of all people, it had to be Luke, my stepfather. It couldn’t have been Mom, or even my dopey brother. No, it had to be the man of the house, the stern disciplinarian, the… well, the tall, slightly graying, devastatingly handsome man with those big strong hands, hands I’d wanted on me for a long time.
There was a rush between my legs as I closed my eyes, just briefly imagining what I wanted him to do to me when he found me naked and stuck. Stroking up the insides of my thighs, putting soft kisses on my little breasts, putting his full, masculine lips against mine.
I almost cried in frustration, even as I heard his heavy footsteps come up the stairs. I was crazy. My fantasies were crazy. He was my stepfather. Daddy. You just didn’t think that way about family, and if he ever found out, well… I remembered the tanning I got when he’d caught me stealing earrings at the mall when I was thirteen. If he wasn’t afraid to do it then, I could fully imagine him taking me over his knee now too, even though I was technically an adult.
Oh God. That didn’t sound so bad, really, now that I thought about it. Stop it, Kaylee! He was about to come in and here I was writhing on the bed and imagining dirty, depraved, forbidden things about him. I was sick in the head. I had to be.
The door creaked when he turned the handle. “Daddy! Wait!”
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<Trapped in Bed
“You alright? I heard a crash. Why was your alarm going off in the afternoon?” I swallowed nervously. “Yeah. I’m okay. Sorta.”
“What’s that mean? Kaylee, what’s going on?”
“I… I need help, but I don’t want you to freak out, okay?”
“It’s… it’s not drugs is it? We’ll work it out, Princess, I promise.” Seriously? “No, Dad, it’s not drugs. Give me some credit, huh?” “I’m coming in.
What? No, I’m not…
