“The pregnant lady needs food,” Sam teased as he hopped off the bed. “I’ll be right back with some refreshments.” I had the pleasure of watching his naked, tight ass saunter out of my room. It almost succeeded in distracting me from my current state of being tied to my own bed.

“Wait, aren’t you going to untie me?” I yelled the question after him, but he was already gone.

18

Once Sam was out of my room, I surveyed my surroundings and realized how utterly ridiculous it was for me to be alone in my room, pregnant, naked, and tied to my bed with silk scarves. Did my brain completely stop functioning when he was nearby?

I tried not to worry, but it seemed like he had been gone for quite a while. Waiting for Sam to return, the “what if” questions started to creep into my mind. What if he had left me here trussed up like a turkey? What if there was a fire? What if Courtney came home? What if Seth stopped by? What if I had to pee? Just the thought of that one made me feel like I needed to go.

I tried to convince myself that I was just being paranoid, and that Sam would return at any moment. I strained my ears, but didn’t hear any sounds coming from downstairs. Then, of all the rotten luck, my nose started to itch. I twitched it and tried to rub it on my shoulder, but couldn’t quite make it work. I told myself not to think about it, but I couldn’t focus on anything else.

Finally, I decided that I just couldn’t stand the itching anymore. I raised my legs up and strained my neck upward trying to bring my leg and nose together so I could rub the tingling away. There was some play in my arm restraints, but not quite enough to get the leg and nose connection that I needed. I started rocking my body back and forth in an attempt to bring my legs higher. In a giant heave of effort, I flung my legs up and over my body.

There I was, arms tied over my head, bare ass spread wide open in the air as my nose sought the relief that only my legs were able to give it at the present moment. I rubbed my nose back and forth across my thighs repeatedly. I took a moment to be proud of myself for being inventive and to bask in the relief of being itch-free.

Then I realized that from the doorway, I must look like a giant baby getting a diaper change. I froze there, listening for any sounds. I certainly didn’t want Sam walking back in and catching this lovely view of me.