Wrong number. Time for bed.

Jack went to answer the phone, and returned a few minutes later.

“Wrong number,” Jack said out loud, when he returned to the room. Then he knelt down, next to me. Gently, he caressed my stomach and chest.

“That was quite some evening, babe,” he chuckled to me. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“Bastard!” I thought, “Just wait until I can move... I’ll show you how much I enjoyed it.”

“So here’s the plan,” Jack continued. “I’m just about wiped out for tonight. I think we’re gonna have to continue our fun in the morning. I’ve got plenty of these,” he reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulled out the bottle of pills, giving it a shake, “to last all weekend. So I’d make myself comfortable if I were you.” He had a big smile on his face. Jack leaned down and kissed my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Then, one at a time, he released my nipples from their ****. I would have screamed if I could- it hurt just as much taking them off as it did putting them on. My nipples throbbed as the blood rushed back into the sensitive flesh.

Jack scooped an arm under my neck, and another under my knees, and lifted me up. My head bobbed around as he carried me up the stairs and into his bathroom. He put me down in the bathtub, and ran some warm water into the tub.

“Can’t have you come to bed covered in hot oil and cum, now can we,” Jack said, as he took a soapy washcloth and scrubbed my body. “We want a nice, clean start tomorrow.” I could feel the washcloth travel up and down my body, spending a bit longer in certain areas than others.

By this point, I was well beyond any embarrassment at having Jack scrub my body like that. It actually felt pretty good to get clean, and allowed my mind to escape the circumstances, at least for a few moments.

When he was done, Jack rinsed me off and carried me into the bedroom, where he dried me. He dumped me unceremoniously on the bed, my head flopping onto a pillow. I could hear Jack rummaging through a drawer, and when he returned to me he was carrying a number of silk scarves.

“I don’t want to waste pills on you while we’re sleeping,” he said, “so I hope you don’t mind if I tie you up until morning.”

Sliding me onto one side of the bed, Jack positioned me on my back with my arms stretched out above my head. He wrapped a scarf around both my wrists, and tied them securely together to the headboard. Then he repeated the process with my ankles.

Jack left me for a few minutes, during which time I could hear him doing something downstairs. When he returned, he dumped a pile of clothing and sex toys onto the bedroom floor. Then he disappeared again and I could hear the shower running. Jack returned, dried himself off, and climbed into bed nude. He pulled a light cover over both of us, and turned off the light.

Jack rolled toward me and kissed me again on the lips, his hand giving a gentle squeeze to my breast. “Sleep tight, you’re going to need your strength tomorrow,” he whispered, before rolling back and dropping his head to his pillow.

In the darkness, exhausted from the day, I felt myself drift into sleep.