No, just a Break...

As Jessica slowly emerged from the deep, coma-like slumber she had fallen into, she could hear herself moan. Still mostly asleep, she lacked any kind of orientation and awareness of where she was, yet the more she gained consciousness the more she felt a confusing mix of comfort and discomfort. On the one hand, she could feel a soft mattress beneath, with fine sheets. The sun fell onto her and warmed her body pleasantly and her entire body radiated with the aftermath of an intensely pleasurable session that she couldn’t quite recall yet.

On the other hand, her arms were twisted behind her back. Her hands were **** up between her shoulder blades and wouldn’t even budge a little as she tugged at the thin, strong rope. As a result, her shoulders were more than a little sore and her hands felt a bit numb and the skin of her cleavage was sensitive as the rope had chafed at her boobs. Furthermore, her joints and muscles ached, skin tingling as if she had been pricked over and over by tiny needles. More notably, her pussy was extremely tender. She let out a groan as she gave a small squeeze with her pelvic muscles and a shudder radiated from her sex, then winced as her butthole clenched on something big.

“Mmmfuuuck…” she muttered, still utterly confused as she undertook the effort of opening her eyes. Blinking, she felt a bit of relieve as she recognized the familiar surroundings of her own bedroom, the warm light of the early afternoon sun falling inside through the large, floor-length windows. For a moment, her confusion calmed, before she turned her head to look above and she found herself staring right at a large, flaccid penis, barely a foot away from her face.

Her eyes widened as in an instant, her mind returned to the here and now and all the events of the previous 24 hours came back to her in a flash. Panic closed up her throat as she remembered how she had betrayed all of her principles and even more, how much she had enjoyed it. She had fucked Sean. Rather, Sean had fucked her! Rather, Sean had used her like a two-dollar whore!

Just as the shame really hit her, the penis above her began to move as the man it belonged to stirred and moments later Sean’s face appeared, a big grin on his face as he peered down at her.

“Hello there, beautiful!”

His words somehow made her feel even dirtier than if he had called her a slut and she could feel a blush creep across her face. Still groggy after only just awakening, she clumsily tried to roll over onto her knees, yet with her hands cruelly restrained her efforts failed miserably. Ending up on her stomach, she found herself peering up at Sean, her nose now close enough to his genitals for her to smell his musk.

“Can you untie me, please?” Her voice sounded a bit hoarse and as she cleared her throat, she realized that this opening ached too.

Sean grinned and for a moment she thought that he had some other game in mind, but then he nodded. “Sure thing, babe,” he smirked and got up to kneel on the bed beside her, pulling her up onto her own knees to give himself some space as he began to work on the knots.

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as the tension on her arms slowly decreased as the thin rope slackened. Sean deftly untied the knots, taking his time to undo the elaborate bondage. She clenched and unclenched her fists to stimulate the bloodflow while she patiently waited to be free.

“So…” she mumbled, irritated by the awkward silence in the room, “I guess I got the role?!”

Sean chuckled. “Not yet, babe!” His chuckle turned into a laugh as Jessica’s head whipped around and she shot him a warning glare, “But you’re really close!”

Jessica opened her mouth, but then closed it again with a sigh, resigning to her fate and contemplating the sunken-cost-fallacy as she let Sean untie her.