They Echo Me

6. Emma

When I opened my eyes later, the room was dark. The gag had apparently been removed from my mouth at some point, but my hands and legs were still tied to the head and foot boards. Daniel slept soundly beside me, resting his head on my pillow.

I strained my neck to the clock on my bedside table to see what time it was.

2 AM.

Daniel and I usually woke up around 5:30 to exercise together, shower together and eat breakfast before he went to work at 8. I usually went into work around 11 PM and stayed until 5. So normally, that would mean our alarms would be going off in three and a half hours.

But it was Sunday now, so Daniel would most likely sleep in.

Meaning I'd be cuffed to the bed until he woke up, probably around 8 or 9.

Normally, I wouldn't dare to complain. I broke a hard rule that we'd both agreed on was in my best interest, and this was my punishment.

And all things considered, he'd been more forgiving than usual tonight. I could feel my vagina throbbing and my limbs were stiff and sore from being stretched out in this position for so long. My ass still felt raw and overly sensitive as it pressed against the soft, cool sheets.

He definitely hadn't been gentle, and I felt kind of dumb for getting my hopes up for a few seconds there. But he hadn't used the clamps! Or the paddle. Or that horrible sex machine.

His hands were large enough to still hurt quite a lot when he spanked me with them, and my bottom and my pussy were likely going to be bruised for a few days, but I felt like—for him—this was one of his milder moments.

The day he'd realized I'd stopped taking my birth control was far worse; I could deal with this.

However... I really needed to pee. I hadn't gone to the bathroom in hours, and I felt like my bladder was going to burst.

"Daniel!" I whispered loudly. He continued to snore softly, probably spent after the party and the physical exertion of the sex and the spankings. I liked watching him when he was so peaceful, with nothing to scrutinize or worry over.

I truly hated to wake him up. But I was about to pee the freaking bed in about 30 seconds. It was probably from the two glasses of champagne at the party. I rarely drank, partially because Daniel didn't like when I drank outside of our home, and he only liked when I drank sparingly. But partially because I always felt so tired, and then I needed to pee a million times afterwards.

"Daniel!" I said more loudly. He stirred a little bit, but then continued to snore softly after a few seconds.

Alright, then. Here we go.

"DANIELLLLLLLL! DANIEL DANIEL DANIEL! I NEED TO PEE! DANIELLLLL! D—"

"Jesus fucking Christ! Ok ok I'm awake. Goddamn," he moaned grumpily. I bit back a laugh; he was always so grouchy when he woke up.

He rolled over towards his bed side table to retrieve the keys for the handcuffs and sleepily got up to unlock them, not realizing that I was seconds away from peeing the bed.

"Daniel, hurry!" I urged, wiggling like I was doing some kind of strange rain dance. He smiled a little at my strange dancing and then quickly got the rest of the cuffs unlocked.

I was about to swing my legs over the side of the bed and run like hell to the en suite bathroom, but he quickly scooped me up in his arms and ran me over to the bathroom himself.

As soon as he set me down, I plopped down on the toilet seat and instantly released my strained bladder. The pee stung a bit as it came out, but at least the cold toilet seat was soothing against my behind.