Trapped, Part 9
As if to demonstrate that he had me, Switch started groping my breasts, my ass, even letting a stray finger wander into my mouth. Normally, when I am trying to fall asleep, I shove his hands away. I’m one of those people who likes to cuddle but can’t fall asleep that way to save her life. Now, I didn’t have the option to refuse being touched.
Eventually, he took pity on me and tied my wrists in front and let me fall asleep without being groped. “But if I find you trying to get out,” Switch cautioned as he knotted the belt, “you’ll be in huge trouble.”
I wasn’t sure what time it was or what time it had been when I woke up in what I presumed was the middle of the night. The blindfold kept me from telling whether it was morning or not. Switch must have felt me wake, because I felt him roll over to face me. He checked my wrists, checked my blindfold, gave me a kiss and chuckled, “you’re like fucking chattel, Ivy. I could get used to this.”
I rolled my eyes behind the blindfold, even though I was enjoying it as well, and fell back asleep.