Alicia raised her head. Light attempted to penetrate the blindfold, but the world was still so dark.My Mistress…
She yelped in surprise as a finger dipped close to a place Danica had yet to touch.
“Should I do it?” Danica wondered out loud. “If you were a virgin elsewhere when I first had you, then why wouldn’t you be a virgin here? Has anyone had you here before, Alicia?”
All she could do was shake her head. She wasn’t even sure she wanted Danica there… yet. Was it too soon? Another sign that they were moving too fast? Alicia didn’t even know how that worked.Okay, yes, I know how it works, technically.She fucks me there. You know what I mean!How slow should she go? How wet should Alicia be there? Had they brought lube?Fuck!
“Relax, my pet. I’m not going to fuck you there.” Was she grinning? “Yet.”
Danica’s finger continued to tease the back entrance. Alicia’s legs shook against the bed.
“You want me to do it, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like.”
Alicia didn’t respond. Danica’s finger moved away.
“You’re right. Not tonight. Some other time.” She lowered her lips to Alicia’s ear. “I’ll have all of you soon enough.”
Danica shifted her weight. Her body left Alicia’s back. The bed moved. Alicia swayed on her knees but kept her position.She’s gone, isn’t she?Not gone from the room, but gone from the bed. Halfway across the bedroom, taking something out of her bag. That’s what Alicia’s keener ears told her as she listened as closely as possible, her wet thighs begging for the woman to come back and finally let her come.
Instead, something heavy landed on the bed next to her.
Her heart froze.It’s not… she’s not going to hit me with something, is she?Except that wasn’t an instrument of BDSM – or at least not that kind – touching her back and thighs as lightly as any of Danica’s more romantic kisses. No. It was hard, cold steel, which quickly warmed as it continued to touch her hot skin.
“Put your hands together in front of you,” Danica said.
The handcuffs were tight enough to make Alicia assess the gravity of what they did, but not tight enough to hurt her. With her hands bound beneath her chest and her eyes sealed off from the world, Alicia had no choice but to completely trust her girlfriend as she attached the chain holding the cuffs together to the silver loop hanging from the collar.
She could cup her hands around her face if she wanted. Alicia didn’t. They remained curled in fists, knuckles grazing her chin and teeth digging softly beneath her nails. A tap to her ass reminded her that Danica was still behind her.
And that her body was still eager to have herMistress.
“Remember,” Danica grunted, the tip of her fingers easing into her, “no words, and no coming until I tell you to. Trust me, Alicia.”
She may not speak, but she could cry out from the divine touch blessing her body.
Alicia’s cheek rested on the pillow, hair cast across her face, her hands, and parts of her arm as she succumbed to being nothing more than the woman Danica Moreau had sex with. That wasn’t a terrible thing. As Alicia came to realize over the past several weeks, there was a healthy amount of pride in the position. She had chosenherfor this role. She had soughtherout, presentedherdesires, and immediately followed through when Alicia agreed. She wasn’t any woman. She was Danica Moreau, one of the richest women in the world, the heir to an even greater fortune. She wanted Alicia? For this? For more? Was it true what she said about wanting stability and knowing that the perfect woman was her wife? What even was the perfect woman?
These were the things Alicia had to think about to distract her from the pleasure threatening to explode from within. Once Danica was comfortably inside her, hooking her fingers into the curves of Alicia’s body and pushing a thumb against her clit, Danica unleashed her strength as she fucked the life out of her pet.
How long had she been holding this in? Had she wanted Alicia from the moment she saw her that day? From the moment she placed this collar around her neck? The one that declared to the world that she belonged to herMistress?Was this what it meant to belong to her? To be at her beck and call, to follow her commands, to obey as far as she could as a woman and as a human being? What really were her limits? What were her boundaries? Alicia hadn’t encountered them yet!
“Don’t come,” Danica reminded her, breathless, running on endless energy as she threatened to split Alicia open in ways she had yet to think about. At first, it was easy not to come. Then it grew more difficult. The intimacy they shared was its own point of pleasure. The way Danica grunted, held her, let alone touched her inside, was enough to make orgasm begin to build again. Alicia didn’t even have to do anything. She was passive in all of this. The person who was fucked by a tough woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Wasn’t that what she trusted her with? “Don’t come. I can feel you wanting to!”
Of course, Alicia wanted to! What, did Danica think she really was a machine? Sheesh!
Don’t come. Don’t come. Think of the Queen. Think of baseball. Think of soggy pot pies microwaving at one in the morning after you’ve been working at a place like Blue Bird all day.Nope. Not helping. Alicia held onto those thoughts for all of five seconds before another thrust of Danica’s fingers sent her back toward the stratosphere. What was this bullshit? How fair was it to fuck her that good and tell her not to come? What was she waiting for? Didn’t dominant types like it when their lovers came many times, because it stroked their egos – and their damned skill?Doesn’t she want me squeezing every bit from her touch? Come on!
Alicia whined between her fists. Every thrust made the chain tug against her collar.
Danica stopped long enough to pull Alicia’s head up by the ponytail, her ass slamming against Danica’s lap while fingers drove hard into her depths. Alicia wailed, in both pleasure and sweet discomfort, fingers uncurling and twisting against her cheeks. Danica’s other arm hooked around Alicia’s waist, hot breath and hotter words tumbling toward her brain.
“You’re doing admirably for a beginner,” she commended, grabbing Alicia’s breast through the lace of her dress. “You’vemade it farther than I thought you would, anyway.” So she was waiting for Alicia to fail? Fuck that! “It almost makes me think you’re serious about becoming my something more, Alicia. You’re learning what it means to serve me. If you love it as much as I hope you do, then that’s good news for us.”
Alicia whimpered, fingers tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“I know, precious. I ask a lot of you, but any woman I make mine has to be strong and have the willpower of a saint. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
