Juliet gets angry

Suddenly, Juliet sat up, or the best she could sit up while being tied up to the bed. "This always fucking happens," Juliet said again but louder. "Every time I tried to surprise Mike, something always comes up! I'm fucking sick of it!"

"Um," I added, unsure of what to say. Should I offer to let her out? Seems like it would be easier for her to express her anger. "Has this happened before?"

"Twice now!" Juliet snapped. She wasn't mad at me, I could tell. But this was something that had definitely been building up for a long time. "Can you believe it?"

"Er, no?"

"You know what?" she suddenly looked right at me.

"What?"

"I am not spending another night unsatisfied. Do you know long it's been since I've had an orgasm?"

"How long?"

"Two fucking weeks. That's how long I've been preparing this." I tried not to think about the last time I had an orgasm from another person. Juliet must be used to more regular action than I was. "And I'm fucking sick of it."

"That's way too long," I said, trying to be supportive.

"Damn right," Juliet agreed. "Hey Christy." She added flatly.

"Juliet?"

"Fuck me."

"Uh, excuse me?"

"You're going to fuck me. I didn't get tied up and sexy for nothing. You saw all those toys over there, right? Plus, I've caught you staring before. I know you like what you see. So I want you to go ahead and fuck me."

My mind was racing a million thoughts per second, just barely comprehending what was happening. "Uh-uh, what about Mike?"

"He had his chance," she dismissed. "Now are you going to fuck me, or not?"