Rolfe let her sleep for a while but started with his ministrations soon after and Iona found herself bent over bed with her hands tied and her husband pounding her from behind. At the end of it, she was so sleepy and tired that she didn't even realize how was it that he was lying on the floor and she was lying over his chest, curled up like a kitten, his hands in her hair as he played with them, smelled them and tied them around his wrist. "Iona…" he called her name as if worshipping her. She stirred a little. "I think you are thoroughly fucked up, baby."
She giggled and he stilled.
"I love that sound from you, love," he said. "You should laugh more."
"I think I keep laughing all the time," she said, sleepily. And yes, she was thoroughly fucked up.
