Orgasm Triggers // Massive Aphro // Locked to anotherargeneau
Anybody who knew Pasha Chekov knew that she only slept one way. Her head buried in a mound of pillows and resting on her stomach with her legs tangled around the sheets, it never looked quite comfortable but it was the only way the young woman could sleep properly. So it was easy to imagine her displeasure at waking up, propped against the head board, sitting upright. The reason she was in such a position? Could have been attributed to the padded cuffs around her thin wrists, linked by D hook to the headboard much to the young navigator’s annoyance.
She couldn’t even read when she was stuck like this.
Pasha huffed, blowing a curl of hair away from her face, hoping that the red sheet covering her didn’t slip much more otherwise it would be practically indecent. ‘Not that it isn’t indecent already’ She silently noted, thankful she’d been granted the small modesty of underwear for once even if they were irritatingly lacy. The Russian looked around the room, it was definitely the one she’d claimed as her own, the blue walls where she’d painted over the horrid red colour were a pretty good indication.
The young woman sighed once more, there was nothing she could do now but wait for somebody to find her.
She couldn’t even read when she was stuck like this.
Pasha huffed, blowing a curl of hair away from her face, hoping that the red sheet covering her didn’t slip much more otherwise it would be practically indecent. ‘Not that it isn’t indecent already’ She silently noted, thankful she’d been granted the small modesty of underwear for once even if they were irritatingly lacy. The Russian looked around the room, it was definitely the one she’d claimed as her own, the blue walls where she’d painted over the horrid red colour were a pretty good indication.
The young woman sighed once more, there was nothing she could do now but wait for somebody to find her.