Let her sleep

'She's tied up,' you reason with yourself - there's no harm in just going to sleep now and waiting for her to wake up, especially now that you've tied her to your bed. You sit down on your chair and slowly drift off to sleep.

Your sleep is swiftly invaded by a dream. You see yourself sitting in your same old chair, but standing in front of you is the Queen of all Westeros, the woman currently sleeping in your bed, still dressed in her flimsy white nightgown. She looks at you with a sultry gaze, her lips formed into a half-smile. Her nightgown is just barely held up over her breasts, hanging onto her hardened nipples for dear life.

As she walks over to you, her nightgown clings to her curves, highlighting her firm breasts, and wide, child-bearing hips. The sight alone fills your brain with lewd, lustful thoughts. As she steps in front of you, your cock is already rock-hard.

She kneels in front of you, looking and smiling up at you. She pulls your pants down, letting your eight-inch hard cock escape, it tip already wettened by your pre-cum. She looks down on it and her warm breath causes it to throb even harder. As she lowers her warm, moist mouth onto your dick, you are suddenly snapped out of your dream by a clattering noise from across the room.

You look across and see Margaery trying to knock loose your head board with her free hand. You quickly walk over and when she sees you she starts to scream. You stay there, waiting for her to tire out so you can talk to her. You have no neighbors to hear her screams, and after a minute or two, when she realizes that no one is coming, her screams peter out.