Cheating Life – 8.3

I remembered her question and I shrugged dumbly; “‘I wake with the Sun’”.

I think she caught the quote from the song – it was the title of a track on that Refinery album she had taken from my apartment – because she gave me a funny sort of smile and watched me a moment. “Well, feel free to lie in, if you’d like, and I will bring you breakfast. Or you can get up and take a bath, and then we’ll go for breakfast together. But either way, you’re having a solid breakfast. I’ve got to keep you well-fed if you’re going to last the three days. Last night was barely foreplay.” Her grin overran with mischief.

I stood, and I remembered the bindings as they came with me. Even though the knots had been carefully tied not to cut the circulation in my wrists, they were not so loose that I could slip free. I started picking at the knots, but soon realized that they were too tight for my stubby fingers and nails. Scissors were the only way I would escape them.

“Leave them.” Jane caught one of the free ends of the straps as it fluttered before her. “I like you with handles.” She gave a thoughtful little tug on the length of silk. “I’ll cut them down after your shower, though, so you don’t trip.” She gave me a loud slap on the ass, starting me off at a quickly-suppressed gallop toward the shower.

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