The best kind of alarm clock..

I woke up slowly, sensing that it wasn't time to start the day, and a bit annoyed that the rather nice dream I'd been having had been disturbed. The first indication something wasn't quite right came when I tried to roll onto my back; no matter what signals my sleep-addled brain sent to my body, it didn't respond. Wait- not didn't. Couldn't. Thin scarves held my wrists and ankles in place, secured to the bedposts. And the darkness of the room was due to the blindfold that had been slipped over my eyes. That all this had been done without me waking up was quite impressive.

The second indication was the definite sense I wasn't alone. I knew I'd gone to bed alone; with that knowledge and the fact that I was tied spread-eagle to my bed, I suppose I should have been more concerned. But as awareness slowly crept into my consciousness, I quickly realized that I was in good hands.

"I know you're awake."


Your voice came from my bedside, and based on the sound of it you were facing away from me. Perhaps setting something on the nightstand? I smiled, though I couldn't be certain if you saw it or not, and subtly tested the strength of the knots that were holding me. Not bad; comfortable, with enough play in the scarves themselves that I wouldn't have a problem with circulation, but definitely secure.

"And you can stop that. You're not going to be going anywhere for a while, so there's no reason to even try."

My smile grew, and I nuzzled back down into my pillow, feeling the beginning stirrings of arousal chasing off the last bit of sleepiness. I felt the mattress dip as you sat next to me, and I shivered as your voice came from right next to my ear.

"Regretting giving me the key?"

Are you insane? Who *wouldn't* want to be woken up like this? It wasn't exactly what I'd anticipated you using the spare key for, but no way was I going to complain. "Absolutely not."

A sharp nip to the back of my neck, a not-exactly-pained yelp from me, and the game officially began.

"Try again."

"Absolutely not.. sir." An emphasis on the last word that rolled easily off my tongue, as it always had, even when we weren't anywhere near this close. Some day I'd have to ask if you ever noticed how I'd always answered my phone when you called, ever realized that I was playing this game with you long before I'd made you aware of it (and long before I'd realized it myself).

Your lips and tongue eased the sting of the bite just before you whispered "Good girl."

The mattress shifted again as you moved back over to the nightstand, and I whimpered a little at the loss of your touch.

"Hush." My ears picked up on the sound of a flip-top bottle being opened, and I became even more curious as to your plans. "You know, you have the most.. interesting things in your closet. Especially that plastic tote in the corner."

Oh, gods. Embarrassment warred with excitement as I immediately realized what you'd found.. and what you had planned. I gasped as two of your fingers suddenly dipped between my legs, meeting no resistance as they slid easily into my pussy. Just as suddenly they pulled out, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from speaking out of turn.

"Mmm. Very nice. Wet for me, as always. But not quite wet enough for what I have in mind." You ignored my low whimpers, settling back onto the bed and running a hand down my back. "Good thing that little tote was well-stocked, hmm?"

I had enough time to turn my head into the pillow and bite down on the case before the blunt, oil-slicked tip of the plug you'd found pressed against my ass. It met more resistance than your fingers had, but eventually slipped past the tight ring and into place. At least you'd started with the medium one, though I was still struggling to keep control of my breathing as the initial discomfort moved slowly toward pleasure.

You stretched out next to me, your body partially covering mine, and I realized you were naked as well. Purring, I moved as close to the heat of your skin as my bindings would allow, arching up toward the hand that continued its gentle stroking along my back. You chuckled in response, and reached for something on the other side of the mattress.

"I hope you're not overly attached to these sheets."

Warm oil dripped along my spine, pooling at the small of my back. Tied as I was, it would be difficult for you to straddle me, so you knelt between my legs instead, your hands spreading the oil over my back and sides, kneading the muscles. Your knee pressed against my pussy and I involuntarily rubbed against you, the movement shifting the plug, sending very conflicting signals throughout my body, but not once did I consider telling you to stop.

What you were doing couldn't technically be called a massage, since it was designed to do anything but relax me. Every touch of your hands, every shift in pressure, combined with my inability to touch or see you built my level of arousal until I was nearly overcome with it. I almost didn't notice when you added more oil- cold lubrication this time- around the plug, and when I did, I simply held still for you. In one smooth motion you removed the plug and slipped in another, the larger one, and although a small cry escaped my lips, I accepted it. You rubbed the small of my back until you were sure I was okay, then ran a hand under my stomach to lift me up a bit.

Seems you'd found the pillows as well.

You tucked one of the triangular foam pillows underneath my hips, the scarves on my ankles tightening in response, then poured more warm oil onto my back, letting it drip down my sides before your palms ran through the rivulets, sliding around to my ribs. You laid down on top of me, hands kneading my breasts, rolling the nipples between your fingers. Your cock lay between the cheeks of my ass, the shaft pressing on the plug as you rubbed your body against mine.

Regret giving you the key, indeed. I'd have given it to you earlier if I'd anticipated this.

Your teeth latched on to my earlobe as you shifted just enough, your hands never stopping their kneading, to slip your cock into my pussy. I hissed as things became very, very tight, and heard your answering groan. Your hips moved back and forth steadily, the plug pressing against you, dragging across your shaft as you thrust slowly into me.

If this was a dream, I was going to be violently angry.

My orgasm, building steadily since you started the game, wasn't going to need much more encouragement before it hit full force, but as always you had other ideas. Before I could get too close to the edge you pulled out, lifting your body off mine and earning a string of rather creative expletives. Ignoring them, you slipped the plug out and pressed the tip of your cock against the stretched opening. I again took the pillowcase between my teeth, knowing that despite the preparation there was a.. significant.. difference between the plug and your cock I felt the head pressing firmly, insistently against me, then slip inside. Pausing, you let me adjust to the intrusion before pushing forward, inching your cock into my ass. As I took more of it, my breathing turned to panting, and by the time you settled back on top of me, buried to the hilt, I'd added a steady mantra of "Please.. yes.. please.."

You rocked back and forth incrementally, still getting used to the new sensation, growling the most wonderfully graphic things in my ear. Reminding me how you'd promised that very first time we had together that you'd eventually have me this way, make me yours completely.

Gods, how I wish I could at least *see*.

Your movements sped up slightly; at the same time, you began actually thrusting your cock in and out, the lubrication from the oil and the juices from my pussy that had covered your cock before you entered me making the transition easier. It wasn't long before I was again quickly approaching orgasm, and I begged you fuck me harder, faster.

The commentary- and the namecalling- from you got increasingly graphic the closer you came to your own climax; it was doing wonders for my own arousal, especially when I deciphered this order:

"You're going to have to find a way to get yourself off before I'll fill your ass with my cum; if that means I have to pound you into the mattress until you scream, so be it."

Not. Fair. Bound as I was, my options were severely limited. Your hands pressed down into the mattress on either side of me, keeping you bent away from my body as you thrust almost frantically into me, so I couldn't seek relief there. I took up the slack in the scarves on my wrists by wrapping the fabric around the palm of each hand, putting more tension on the ones holding my legs apart, and managed to arch my hips off the pillow on the 'back' part of your thrust. As you came forward again, harder than before, your balls slapped against my pussy, and I cried out in triumph.

Your head bent down long enough to growl in my ear "Creative little slut, aren't you? Impressive."

I took the compliment, put it with the repetitive impact of your balls on my pussy and the driving, overwhelming fucking you were giving me, and slammed rather unexpectedly into my orgasm, howling your name as I did.

You waited until I'd regained some consciousness before submitting to your own pleasure, burying yourself in me before filling me in short, quick spurts.

You lay on top of me for a time, before slipping from me and getting off the bed. Leaving me blindfolded, you took a warm washcloth and cleaned me off, untying each extremity and rubbing where the scarves had bit into the flesh. Eventually the blindfold was removed, the additional pillows set aside, and you pulled me back into you, curling your body around mine, tucking my head under your chin and letting the soothing beat of your heart lull me back to sleep.