The afternoon sun wakes him. As it's sifting through her hair, warming the sweet scent of jasmine that lingers in her thick auburn curls, he slowly drifts awake. Inhaling deeply, he never tires of her. Raising his head to check the time, he breathes in the smell of the sex they had hours before. Her naked sexy ass blocks the view of the clock.
Their small bedroom has touches of them both. Her quinceanera dress is above his katana. His homemade closet organizer is full of her shoes, jewelry, and makeup. Both of their clothes are strung carelessly about. He smiles recalling them partying until three, her fucking him Amazon-style, then his eating her out.
Shifting to read the clock he notices that it's late. Carelessly caressing her backside, she moans in her sleep. He removes the blanket.
Finding the permanent chain restraints that are permanently attached to the bed frame, he cunningly moves her limbs and tenderly locks her down tight. He's always wanted to live out his lover's fantasy: waking restrained and fucked hard.
Raking his fingernails down her back, she moans louder. Reaching for him she feels her wrist jerk against the handcuff. Keeping her head down she jokingly teases, "Oh, you bastard."
He starts licking her inner thigh, and she jumps. She realizes how tightly she's restrained; a loud happy belly laugh escapes her as she accepts her fate.
In a low slow drone he commands, "Now be a good girl, and spread your legs." She obeys, straining against the lower cuffs.
