Greer
Copyright© 2026 by R. E. Bounds
Chapter 4: It’s Okay, Baby
I woke gasping as he pulled himself out of me, tugging my hands instinctively before I remembered I was still cuffed.
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been asleep. The room was dark when I opened my eyes, just enough for me to make out the faint outline of the closed blackout drapes. Not a sliver of light seemed to make its way through.
“Sorry,” he said gently.
“It’s okay,” I mumbled, my eyes slipping closed again as I tried to wake myself up. I blinked slowly, barely able to keep them open, and looked at him through the haze of sleep.
“You’re still swollen...” I murmured, my voice thick. Without really thinking, I reached down to touch him, but the cuffs caught me short.
“I just ... the feeling of fullness suddenly stopped. It startled me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
“It’s okay, baby. My body had just gotten used to the pressure.” I blinked slowly, confused for a moment as I remembered where I was—and that, again, I was still in restraints. “How are you still swollen?”
I chuckled a little.
“What?” he asked quietly.
“Was it these?” I murmured, barely tugging at the cuffs again, trying to reach him.
He shook his head, but didn’t answer.
“It’s okay,” I told him softly. “It’s okay if it was.”
“That was so intense,” I continued, still fighting to wake up. I took a deep breath, swallowed, and slowly let it out. “Oh my God, it was so intense.”
I again reached down, this time to touch myself, but couldn’t. “I can’t feel her.”
I yelped as I then felt him, his hand, touching me.
“Okay,” I said smiling and laughing, nodding quickly into the pillow. “Okay, yeah. I feel her now.”
He laughed softly.
“No touching her,” I said sounding groggy. “Not right now. She’s too sensitive.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“It wasn’t on purpose,” I said. “It was just ... a lot.”
I could feel him pull back slightly.
“It’s okay,” I said immediately still doing my best to just wake up. “It’s okay. It was just a lot, that’s all. More than normal.”
I swallowed. “The deeper you went the more it hurt, and the more I struggled, the deeper you went.”
I nodded slowly thinking about it all, feeling myself drift.
“Was it the fighting?” I asked him closing my eyes. “Me fighting in the cuffs underneath you? Is that what it was?”
He didn’t answer.
“It’s okay, baby. It is.” I shifted a little in the bed until I could kiss him. “It’s okay if you liked that.”
I let out a chuckle.
“What?”
“Toward the end, I wanted you to cum so badly. I was—” I paused.
“What?” he repeated quietly.
“After I said you could do anything you wanted to me. That I couldn’t stop you...” I paused again, fighting the fact my body just wanted to sleep. “I wanted to tell you that ... that you could rape me. I wanted you to rape me.”
I felt the regret as soon as the words left my mouth.
He sat up slightly on the bed. I could feel him looking at me in the dark.
“I wouldn’t—”
“No—no,” I said, cutting him off, doing my best to explain what I meant through the haze. “No. Not like that. I—I mean, pretend. Like a fantasy. Like it’d be okay.”
“You ... you want me to do that?”
I shrugged but didn’t answer.
He lay back down and put his arm around me, pulling me against him.
“You ... you would want me to do that? Like a fantasy?”
I nodded slowly into his chest.
“Okay,” he said gently. “It sounds like we might both have things we need to talk about.”
I nodded, already starting to drift again, comforted by his warmth.
“Yeah.”
“Baby. Greer.” I heard him say suddenly as I stirred, still heavy with sleep. I must have drifted back under without realizing it.
“Sorry.”
“No,” I said. “I—we really need to get up.”
He glanced toward the drapes.
“Yeah. It’s probably late. We need to get up—and get you out of those.”
I nodded, letting my eyes fall closed for a moment before forcing them open again.
He got off the bed and grabbed some clothes from his carry-on.
“Let me take a quick shower, and then I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
I nodded again, watching him disappear into the bathroom.
For a moment, I just lay there, completely exhausted. I knew I should get up, but honestly, I didn’t have the energy—or the desire—to move.
I shifted onto my side, curling in on myself as much as the restraints allowed. The movement pulled at the cuffs around my wrists, and I flinched when they bit into my skin.
I let out a tired breath and went still again.
There was nowhere to go, nothing I could do but lie there and wait. My body felt heavy, every muscle aching with exhaustion. I closed my eyes, listening to the faint sound of the shower running behind the bathroom door.
“Baby,” I heard.
“Baby,” he said again, louder this time.
I opened my eyes and sighed. I’d fallen asleep again.
He was out of the bathroom now, dressed and ready to go.
“It’s a little after ten,” he said, gently nudging me. “I’ll help you get up.”
I could barely keep my eyes open as he helped me sit on the edge of the bed. He carefully freed my legs from the cuffs before helping me to my feet.
I swayed a little, still groggy, and leaned into him as he helped me get my underwear back on. Even that felt like more effort than I could manage.
He reached for my pantyhose.
I shook my head, too tired to do much more than mumble, “Don’t bother. Tomorrow.”
I looked up at him, my eyes already closing again.
“Unless you want me to wear them to bed tonight.”
“It’s okay, baby,” he said, nodding as he set them aside.
Instead, he helped me into my skirt, carefully pulling it into place and smoothing it down. I fought him a little at first, but eventually figured it was pointless. I wasn’t going anywhere with him—not like this.
He insisted, though. If something happened, he didn’t want me up here alone, still chained up just in my panties.
Once he was satisfied that everything was where it should be, he let me sink back against him.
I rested my head against his chest, my eyes already drifting closed again.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m just so tired.”
I looked up at him.
“You just ravaged me.” I chuckled. “Oh my God. You just destroyed me.”
He reached down and kissed me.
I smiled, resting my cheek back against him.
“How bad?” I mumbled into it. “The mess of makeup you always tell me I don’t need.”
He gently pulled me away just enough to look at me. He chuckled, then nodded toward the bathroom.
Then he bent down, picked up the leg cuffs, and handed them to me before gently leading me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, trying to laugh, though I was still too groggy to manage much more than a breathy sound.
“I can clean your face for you,” he offered, starting toward my carry-on to find my makeup remover.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ll do it. Just ... just find something to cut this padlock off so you can get me out of these.” I fought a yawn. “I’ll take a shower, and then I’ll get this makeup off.”
“Okay,” he said, standing behind me and watching me in the mirror. “You’ll be okay alone?”
I nodded. “Yeah,” I said, still fighting the heaviness in my eyes. “I’ll be fine.”
He kissed me, then headed for the door. I followed him.
“Lock it behind me,” he said as he stepped out.
I reached over and flipped the lock, realizing I couldn’t reach the latch. I was just turning away when I heard voices in the hallway.
At first, I didn’t think anything of it. Just other guests talking too loudly. But then one of them said something that sounded like “restraints.”
Or at least, I thought that was what she said.
I moved back toward the door and looked through the peephole.
It was the women from the restaurant. Or, at least, two of them—the ones we’d seen in the hallway earlier getting the other one.
Great, I thought.
For a moment, I wondered if they had somehow figured out that we had their cuffs. Maybe they’d gone looking for them, and the waitress had told them.
So, I stayed at the peephole, watching. Part of it was because I was afraid, they’d hear me moving around. They’d hear the chains rattling. So, I just stood there, doing my best not to move.
“I’ll just have to get them later tonight,” I heard one of them say through the door.
She sounded frustrated, but not angry. More annoyed than anything.
“She has to go to bed at some point,” she continued.
There was a pause, followed by a quiet sigh.
“I’ll go down later and see if I can get them. It’ll just be a matter of figuring out how to get them FedExed in the morning without her knowing.” She sighed again. “Knowing her, she’ll be up at the ass crack of dawn wanting breakfast, and then she’ll be with us until we head to the airport.”
My stomach tightened. But I continued to stay perfectly still; my eye fixed to the peephole.
The woman beside her glanced down at her phone.
“They’ll be closed later. We should go down now and get them.”
“Yeah, that’s the last thing I want,” the first woman replied. “Amber sees me or you walking back to the room with restraints, and then what? Perfect, Deb.”
Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “We were just lucky she got up to pick out the lobster she wanted so I could get you out of your cuffs.”
I felt my eyebrows lift. That explained why there hadn’t been any handcuffs on the chair. Or the keys.
They had them.
“I’m just trying to help,” Deb said.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
The other woman sighed. When she spoke again, the irritation had faded from her voice, replaced by something closer to genuine exhaustion.
“I’m just ... frustrated. I was looking forward to a nice evening. Just us. Just playing, playing with the box of toys. And she’s...”
She paused.
“She’s so needy.”
I almost smiled despite myself. It looked like it would be a while before they could go get them. And by then, the restaurant would be closed. They’d have to find someone on staff to help them.
That meant John could still get me out of these and take them downstairs.
I remained pressed against the door, listening.
“I really don’t want to leave them behind,” the woman said. “It’s not even about the money. I ... I really, really liked you in them. It’d just be ... it’d just be nice to keep you like that.”
Before Deb could answer, another voice drifted down the hallway.
“Natalie? Debra?”
I shifted slightly, just enough to see farther through the peephole.