Page 120 of Spiralling Skywards
“I’m not sureI can do this. It’s too soon. D’you think it’s too soon? I think it’s too soon.”
I had no time to react as a pillow smacked me square in the face.
“Sarah?”
“Wha?” I mumbled out from where I was lying on the bed, the pillow still covering my face.
“Hush your noise before I gag you with the belt from your robe or smother you with that pillow.”
“Hhh unt urk,” I attempted to say from beneath my feathered cocoon. No sooner were the words out then it was snatched away, the morning sunshine making me blink after my few seconds of darkness.
Sasha stared down at me, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows drawn down into a frown above her dark eyes.
“What?”
“I said, it doesn’t work.”
“What doesn’t work?” Her frown deepened, and she gave her head a small shake as she asked.
“The belt from the robe, it’s not wide enough, I can still talk around it.”
She tilted her head to the side and looked away from me for a few seconds, still frowning and looking deep in thought. Her eyes slid back to mine and narrowed.
“And you know this how?”
Despite my brain screaming at my body not to react, my head turned slightly to the side and my eyes attempted to cast a backwards glance at the wrought iron headboard our pillows were propped against.
I felt my skin heat. From my boob up to the roots of my hair, I felt as I were I was on fire.
“You dirty little ho. He’s tied you to this bed and gagged you that belt, hasn’t he?”
I sucked both my lips between my teeth. Even the tips of my ears are scorching hot.
“Like I said.” I let out a sigh, acting as if I weren’t the least embarrassed and just frustrated that I had to explain myself. “The belt from my robe is useless as a gag. It’s too narrow, making it possible to still talk around it . . . But it makes for a great restraint.”
“You need to stop. That is so hot, you’re making me wet.”
“Eww, are you wearing knickers under there?”
“Nope. So expect a snail trail to be left behind when you finally peel me off these sheets.”
“You are seriously gross.”
She threw herself back down onto the bed where she slept beside me last night. I used the term loosely as we spent most of the night eating jelly vodka shots and giggling like we were fifteen again.
“I’m not gross. Just horny. Three months without sex will do that to anyone.”
“I know, I’ve been there, remember?”
“Well you’re getting plenty now.”
“I know. It’s great.”
“Ho. Slutty, sex-having, bondage ho.”
“Yep, that’s me,” I said with a smile. I couldn’t be bothered to turn my head so I just grinned up at the ceiling.
“So what are you stressing about? You love him. He’s hot, loaded, and the sex is great.”
