“Well… there was someone in Italy for a bit, but she didn’t know what she was doing.” She winked at Sarah and stood up. “Lead the way.”
***
They managed to walk sensibly to the lifts, but really the two of them could never keep their hands off each other for long… it was precisely the infrequency and the scarcity of when they saw each other that made it so electric when they did.
An American couple on vacation were in the lift with them as far as the third floor, but as soon as they exited and the doors shut again the two women were all over each other, Sarah’s lips on Camila’s and their bodies pressed tight against each other.
It was only moments before they came to their floor and the doors opened again, but it was electric. Camila knew the score, though, when they emerged into the corridor… while someone seeing her with Sarah didn’t matter in the least to her, for Sarah the risk of a colleague or a client or, God forbid, a friend from back home up in London for a weekend away seeing them and the consequences if that happened pointed to discretion until they were in private.
Instead, they walked down the maze of corridors in a charged silence, Sarah leading the way and glancing from time to time back at Camila who simply flashed her smile.
They got to the room, Sarah opened the door, and then Camila was on her… a proper kiss this time, lips and tongue and hands,and Sarah was kissing her back, and the two women almost danced their way into the room, slowly finding their way to the bed and falling into it, Camila ending up on top of Sarah.
“I’ve got a problem,” Camila said between kisses, her grin looking down at Sarah.
“Oh really?” Sarah replied, grinning back.
“Really.”
“What’s your problem?”
“It’s my wrists.”
Sarah closed the gap and kissed her briefly. “Your wrists?”
“Uh huh…” Camila nodded earnestly. “They’ve not been handcuffed in months, and I’m worried they’re getting too used to being free.”
“Oh, that’s bad. Very bad.”
“Yes,” Camila nodded in fake seriousness, a look of pure innocence on her face. “It could even be unhealthy. What am I to do?”
“Well as it happens,” Sarah replied, pushing Camila’s hair back from her face and then gathering and holding it back, possessively, not aggressively but certainly with intent. Camila smiled when she realised… this was the sort of game they usually played. “I brought handcuffs with me.”
“For me?” Camila was really playing the innocence up now, and Sarah loved it.
“For you.”
“Would you please handcuff me? For my own good. If it helps…” She gave her most innocent smile. “…I’ve been bad since you last saw me. Very bad.” She leaned down to kiss Sarah, then whispered, “so, so bad.”
Sarah tried to stifle the groan that came from nowhere when Camila said that, and almost succeeded. Almost… but Camila noticed and smiled again. “Let me have a look in my bag.”
Camila rolled off and Sarah climbed off the bed, heading over to the wardrobe. “Now let me see what I’ve brought,” she teased, rummaging through the bag and pulling out her assortment of toys… a strap-on, a blindfold, a spreader bar, and then finally two pairs of leather cuffs. She could hear Camila moving around the room behind her.
“Two pairs? In case I’d been particularly naughty?” Camila joked.
Sarah turned to look at her and stopped in her tracks. Camila had taken off her dress while Sarah was looking in the bag and was stood naked by the bed, her wrists held out together, waiting to be cuffed. Camila had a body to die for, the sort of physique that a mildly active lifestyle can maintain when you’re twenty-one, just the right curves in the right places, a touch of body fat to soften the edges.
“I see what you mean about the tan lines,” Sarah said, grinning. She walked over and couldn’t help but reach her hand out to touch Camila’s left breast, tracing her finger along the contrast between the deep brown of her tan and the almost white colouration where her bikini top must have been, before slidingbriefly over her darker nipple. “That can’t have been a very modest bikini?”
Camila nodded. “I told you I’d been bad.”
Sarah’s eye was drawn further down, where the contrast was even more pronounced where her bikini bottoms must have been. As she traced her fingers down there Sarah slowly, gently touched Camila between her legs, with the softest touch feeling along her folds between. Camila’s arousal was clear to her touch already, and if there was any doubt the soft sigh, almost moan that came from her mouth confirmed it.
“Lie down,” Sarah ordered, and Camila climbed onto the bed and lay down across it on her back.
“I’m going to try something different,” she continued, fetching the two pairs of handcuffs. “Give me your left wrist.” Camila did as she’d been told and Sarah closed the cuff around it, before putting that arm down by Camila’s side. “Now bend your knees.” Camila bent her legs at the knee, and Sarah attached the other end of the cuff to Camila’s left ankle. She did the same with Camila’s right wrist and ankle using the other pair of cuffs.
“How does that feel?” Sarah asked.
