Still asleep her hang-ups and moral qualms were far away, nowhere in sight to stop her from grinding back against the erection sliding along her outer folds. No reservations against arching into the rough calloused palm kneading her breast. Nothing to halt her mewling when Mac's lips attached to the pulse point in her neck.
She laid half on her side, half on her front with one leg bent and tucked up near her stomach. His body was plastered against hers, mirroring her position exactly. She was completely open, at his tender mercy. Each time he lazily thrust against her, hitting that little bundle of nerves, a jolt of pleasure brought her closer to consciousness.
One shift of either of their hips and he could be buried deep inside her on the next forward motion. She had no idea what a precarious edge she was teetering on, one slight movement and it could all be over.
Mac was moving on auto pilot, still high and half asleep his gentle ministrations were clumsy and sweet. Sloppy kisses moved along her neck to her shoulder while he rocked his lower half against her once more. The arm once palming her bust wrapped around her, molding her back against his chest.
Though the drugs were winding down and he was slowly coming back to himself he didn't want it to end. He enjoyed the ball of mush her new drug made him into, not a care in the world besides wanting to have her close. No more anger, fear, or self loathing. Just happiness.
She should have known better, expected this instead of idiotically thinking it was a dream again. Maybe she automatically chalked it up to dreaming because in real waking life she'd never felt this good. Warm and safe, content, happy. Eyes still closed she twisted her torso around, her lips searching for his, connecting with the scruff on his chin before finding her desired destination.
Mac peppered her face with small close-mouthed kisses before attaching his lips back to her mouth, moving gently against her pouty lips. Her arm wound behind her to cup the back of his head while she ran her tongue along his bottom lip, asking for entrance.
When she slipped inside and the sour tang of his mouth hit her taste buds her eyes flew open, widening to the size of dinner plates. His tongue was venturing into her own mouth, agape in shock now. She just let it happen, closing her eyes again. She was sick of fighting it.
Kristy brought her tongue to slide along his playfully, pulling back every so often to nibble on his bottom lip. She pulled away only long enough to untangle herself from him and push Mac onto his back. Straddling him she dove back into his cankerous orifice. The taste wasn't hard to ignore once the feeling was what she focused on and he was a damn good kisser.
Sitting back to look at him through hooded eyes she knew she wouldn't have much more time before he turned back into himself. She had to get her plan of surrender in motion before the drugs wore off. Mac reached for her, attempting to bring her face back to his, looking up at her like a dog begging for table scraps. She indulged one last peck before rising off him. When he grabbed onto her hand, full pout spreading over his features, she felt honest to god guilt for the first time in her life.
"Want more?" she asked, playfully tilting her head and biting her lip at him.
Mac nodded enthusiastically, tugging her by the hand back towards the bed.
"Uh-uh, I need you to do something for me first." she told him, shaking her head. "I need you to go to the bathroom, go potty." she explained, like she was talking to a toddler. "I'll be right here waiting for you when you get back" she continued, motioning towards the bed.
Watching as he retreated towards the bathroom she knew she'd bought herself a bit of time. It being damn near impossible for a man to pee with an erection. Quickly she opened her closet, extracting the rope she'd hidden there last night after replacing her body with a pillow under Mac. Kristy worked swiftly to tie an end of each rope around the lower legs and frame of her bed in an intricate knot. Shoving the loose ends under the mattress to stay hidden once she was satisfied with the knot's reliability.
Next she moved to the bedside table, careful to avoid stepping on ceramic shards from the lamp Mac had smashed last night. Kristy held the cuffs in her hand, unsure of herself for a moment. She knew this was the only way. What was best for both of them and the business. Once it was over and out of their systems that would be the end of it. She was sure he would move on and lose interest.
The bathroom door opening sent her diving onto the bed, stuffing the cuffs underneath a pillow. It was now or never. Arranging herself in a provocative pose she watched as Mac made his way back to the bed before crawling up the mattress and her body.
She mentally noted how good his arms and shoulders looked while holding himself above her. Too bad she'd never know how much better they looked while he was slamming into her.
Not wasting any time she tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his head down to hers for a slow searing kiss. While he was busy wrestling with her tongue she wrapped one leg sneakily around his, flipping them over quickly.
Still keeping the grand distraction of her tongue going she moved her hands down his neck, over those delicious collar bones and down the magnificent pillars that were his arms, wrapping her hands tightly around his scab dotted wrists. Slowly she rose them above his head, leaving her grip only to snatch a pair of cuffs from underneath a pillow.
In hindsight she should have already had both pairs cuffed to the wrought iron headboard's rails. But she'd been too busy growing a conscience when he was in the bathroom.
She just had to be quicker at clamping them closed than he could be at registering what was going on. With a flurry of fast and forceful movements he was cuffed to her bed and she was successful. He didn't look a bit concerned until he attempted to pull her face back to his, looking up to find his hands restrained.
Kristy kept her eyes on the task of trussing up his legs and tying foolproof knots, not wanting to see the undoubtable look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes. Once she was finished her objective was to get a glass of water to calm her nerves but on her way out of the room she was stopped by his pleading exclamation.
"Don't leave me." he begged with a sorrowful whine in his tone. He sounded near tears. That's what made her stop and chance a look at him.
He looked like a kicked puppy, full of hurt and sadness. The glassiness in his sapphire eyes wasn't from the drugs, it was from tears threatening to spill over their rims. The sight of him like that made her heart squeeze. She knew once he was sober he would be back to his nasty self, hence the need for the restraints. But she couldn't help but take pity on this version of him.
Kristy padded back to the bed, climbing on and wiping away a single drop that had leaked from his right eye.
"It's for your own good." she whispered, adding a kiss to the tear salted cheek.
She laid down with him, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arm tightly around him. She also slung a leg over one of his, taking a page from his book and mimicking the first time he'd fallen asleep on her body. She'd wait with him until the drugs passed through his system. Until then a little more sleep never hurt anyone.
"Wake tha' fuck up!" Mac bellowed right in her ear.
He'd woken from the nap they'd taken, back to normal and thoroughly pissed off. He'd cried, actually fucking cried for her. He was about to have an inner meltdown before he realized he couldn't move his arms and legs. Then it kicked into a full on implosion.
"You know I have half a mind to just shove some more CB in your face and have myself a pleasant day." Kristy mumbled against his side.
She unwrapped herself from around him, wiggling a finger in her ear canal hoping he didn't break the drum before walking to the bathroom, ignoring his yells as he called her every name in the book.
She showered, taking the time to blow dry and straighten her hair to delay the encounter that was to come. Hair shining and bone straight she returned to her bedroom naked, selecting clothes for the day.
Kristy ignored everything he screamed at her, noticing his voice was becoming a bit hoarse while she dressed in a pair of white shorts and a light colorful spaghetti strap blouse. Retrieving a pad of notebook paper and pen she began writing a list of things she would need to get on today's shopping trip. She returned to the bedroom and pulled the vanity chair up to the side of the bed.
"Are you quite finished?" she asked flatly while seating herself and crossing her legs, sick of his squawking.
"Untie me ya fuckin' cunt." Mac spat out, struggling against the cuffs and ropes in rage.
"Nope!" she replied cheerily. "Now is there anything you want from the store while I'm out?" she continued, false pep seeping from her words, knowing it only pissed him off more. "Favorite food? Drink? Medication you desperately need to be on? Possibly an anti-psychotic?"
She laughed at the icy glare he shot her way. "I'll be stopping by your place too, to feed your dog and what not. Anything you need from home?" she asked sweetly, tapping the pen against the pad of paper.
"Stay tha' fuck outta ma house bitch!" Mac growled at her, trying his best to be menacing in his incapacitated state.
Kristy let out another snicker, pulling his keys from her pocket and jingling them in his face.
"I'll do whatever the fuck I like, 'bitch'." she mocked at him. "Just can't wait to see what secrets you're hiding in that dumpster of a house!" she exclaimed with mock enthusiasm.
She had half a mind to stop at the cave and grab her hazmat suit before braving that wasteland.
"Seriously though, what do you want while I'm out." she demanded, dropping the false tone.
"Marlboro Reds." he bit out after a moment of stubborn silence. "Whiskey." after a pause he added "An steaks." She couldn't help but laugh, he sounded like a pouting child.
Shaking her head with a grin, she added his order to the list. "See, now if you'd just cooperate things will move a lot smoother."
Before Mac could make a smartass remark Kristy's phone started buzzing loudly on the bedside table. "It's Walter. Shut your mouth, I'll tell him we're taking the day off."
As soon as she said hello Mac yelled, "Dad, help me! This crazy bitch got me tied ta her bed!". Causing her to scowl at him and smack the list down on his chest before leaving the room with the pen clicking furiously in her hand.
Mac couldn't hear what she was saying but her laughter rang loudly through the house, making his blood boil. He lifted his head to look at the list sitting on his chest. The very first item on it made his eyes widen in surprise and then narrow in suspicion.
"Well now that that's taken care of we can move on." she told him as she came back in the room, picking the list up off him. "Thanks to your big mouth I didn't even have to lie to-"
"Wutchu need condoms fer?" he cut her off gruffly. "Plannin' on takin' a ride on tha Mac express tonight? If so ya don need 'em." he continued suggestively, lifting an eyebrow in question.
"That's none of your business!" she growled, smacking him in the face with the pad. "I've got a hot date tonight." she added for fun while prancing to her closet to pick out a pair of shoes.
"Yeah right, who'd wanna date a ugly bitch like yew." Mac barked, immediately rising to the bait.
"I finally decided to let Devon take me out." she replied smugly.
She knew she'd picked the right guy to tease him with. His face was beet red and it looked like his head was about to explode.
"That lil pussywillow can't fuck ya half as good as me an yew know it." Mac hissed at her, his fists balling up, practically shaking in their shackles.
"I guess I'll find out, won't I?" she threw over her shoulder as she walked out, ready to get on with her day.
His curses that followed her to the door kept her smiling all the way to the market.