Tom woke up slowly from a feverish dream of naked flesh and kisses and moans. His throat ached and his body felt sore. As he regained consciousness, he realized several things at the same time.
First, that he was lying on a bed. He was fully dressed and his trousers felt uncomfortably tight around his crotch.
Second, as he moved around, he found out that he was handcuffed to the bed posts.
Third, that he was a place he didn’t recognize. A beatiful bedroom with wide windows, in a building tall enough to offer a view on the entire city.
Fourth, that Sandra was in the room with him. She was sitting at a small desk in front of a mirror. She was wearing nothing but an aquamarine bra and matching lace panties, her long, slender legs cast to one side as she carefully cleaned her face with a small cotton disk. Tom could see the beautiful line of her delicate neck as she had her hair collected in a bun.
Sandra was humming softly to herself, but paused as she noticed, through the mirror, Tom waking up and struggling weakly against his constraints.