The rope is cutting in to the soft skin on the back of my knees. I have to be really still for it to not hurt. The right side of my face is resting on the mattress. There is still some light outside. The sun was up when he told me told me to shower and then get onto the bed. Sitting on my knees, hands resting on my thighs, he braided my long dark, still damp, hair. He did it tight this time.

The slightly open window is letting in colder air now. I feel gentle breezes over my spread legs, up over my back. He’s never tied my ankles and wrists like this. I can barely move. My back can be arched slightly and I can maybe turn my head. But I prefer laying like this, seeing out through the balcony door. I grabbed one of the metal beams in the headboard while settling down on the mattress before and he wasn’t late to react. My arms are now stretched and my hands are still holding on to the same beam. Tied in place. How long is he going to make me wait? I was warm, I could feel the heat pulsating between my legs as he tied me. Now the anticipation and excitement is slowly fading. He’s doing this on purpose. I know it.

I should have peed. My bladder is making itself known. I can feel the pressure, the need. Damn it. He usually tells me what to do, why didn’t he remind me? Or was it on purpose? He knows my orgasms get painful when my bladder is full. He knows how bitchy I get when I need to pee. It wouldn’t surprise me if he planned this. Well, fuck. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. I press my forehead to my left arm and close my eyes, feeling my breath on the skin. Goosebumps are spreading along my back and over my ass. Come on babe, don’t leave me like this for too long. But I don’t dare to say anything. I’m not supposed to.

I’m awakened by the sound of a lighter being used. My head still tilted to the left, moving a bit so I can see the room. I can’t see him but I hear him behind me. My whole body reacts, tensing up and my heart beats faster. How long has it been? I can’t tell, but it’s dark outside. The room is chilly and I want to stretch. Now I really have to pee. He walks around the bed and I feel the bed sinking in on that side. His knee is right beside me and I feel his warm hand on my left calf, slowly stroking over the tied knee and up along the back of my thigh. I take a deep breath and just like that, his hand is gone. He turns around, and I hear the lighter again. I see him now, opening the balcony door. Fuck, he’s completely naked. I’ve seen him naked a thousand times but every time my body reacts the same. He casually leans on the door frame, turned to me, smoking. He knows what he’s doing. We’ve played this game before. I take another deep breath and sigh, pressing my forehead again against my arms. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing what he does to me. But I know he’s watching me. The thought of it sends warm tingly feelings down through my belly and in between my legs.