“I don’t speak Spanish!”
“I’ll teach you.” Luisa’s fingers were still moving, impossibly slow, keeping Amy right on the edge. “Say: por favor.”
“Por favor…” Amy managed to gasp before a tremor ran through her and she moaned.
“Good. Now say: déjame acabar.”
“Déjame…” Amy tried, but another moan cut through the words as Luisa’s thumb pressed harder. “Déjame acabar…”
“Close. Your accent is terrible.” Luisa grinned. “Again. Déjame acabar.”
“Déjame acabar… please, Luisa, déjame acabar…”
“Better. One more time, properly.”
“Déjame acabar!” Amy was almost shouting it now, pulling at the restraints.
Luisa looked at her for a moment, her expression shifting from playful to something altogether more carnal. “Bueno,” she whispered. “Since you asked so nicely…”
Her mouth went back between Amy’s legs and her fingers found their rhythm again, faster now, and Amy felt the wave that had been held back for so long start to build with terrifying speed, and Luisa wasn’t teasing any more, she was focused, purposeful, her tongue and fingers working together, and Amy could feel it coming, unstoppable this time, a freight train of an orgasm bearing down on her.
“Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop…” Amy repeated breathlessly, and Luisa didn’t, she kept going, kept the pressure and the pace exactly where it needed to be, and Amy felt her body start to shake, felt her thighs trembling against the restraints, felt every muscle in her body tensing, and then it broke, it crashed through her, and she screamed, actually screamed, her back arching so hard the restraints bit into her thighs, her hands clenching and unclenching, unable to move, wave after wave after wave rolling through her while Luisa held on, her mouth still on Amy, her fingers still inside, drawing it out and out and out until Amy thought she couldn’t take any more.
Finally Luisa slowed her fingers, eased off the pressure with her tongue, letting Amy come down from the heights.
“Oh my God…” Amy whispered when she could speak. “Oh my God, Luisa… what you do to me…”
Luisa crawled up the bed and lay down next to her, stroking Amy’s hair, kissing her forehead and her cheeks. “Was that ok?” she whispered, and Amy could hear the need to know she’d done it right.
“I don’t think there’s a word for how good that was.” Her heart was still hammering in her chest and her whole body felt like it had been hooked up to the mains electricity, in a very good way.
“Increíble?” Luisa offered.
“That’ll do.” Amy closed her eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of a little aftershock of pleasure rolling through. “I think you’ve finished me off.”
Luisa stroked Amy’s hair and kissed her forehead. “We’ll see about that,” she said simply.
They lay like that for a few minutes, Amy still restrained and helpless, Luisa’s hand caressing Amy’s face, Amy’s breathing and heart rate slowly returning to normal. Then Luisa reached over and unfastened the thigh restraints, one side then the other, and Amy stretched her legs out with a sigh of relief, her muscles stiff from being held in position.
“Better?” Luisa asked.
“Much. Come here.” Amy pulled Luisa in for a long, slow kiss, tasting herself on Luisa’s lips and tongue. When they broke apart Amy said, “You’re a natural at that, you know that?”
Luisa blushed. “Beginner’s luck.” She paused, running her finger along Amy’s collarbone. “I’m not done with you yet though.”
“No?”
“No.” Luisa sat up and reached for the handcuffs. “Give me your hands.”
“I… seriously, I don’t think I can do any more. My body…”
“You asked me to trust you earlier,” Luisa interrupted. “Now, trust me.”
Amy held her wrists out and Luisa fastened the cuffs, clipping them together so that Amy’s hands were bound in front of her. Then, with a gentle push, Luisa lifted Amy’s arms up above her head, resting on the pillow.
“Keep them there,” Luisa said, and there was something in her voice, a commanding tone that Amy hadn’t heard from her before and made Amy want to obey. “If you move them, I stop. Understood?”
Amy nodded, her bound wrists resting on the pillow above her, and watched as Luisa went and got the vibrator. She turned it on, the low hum filling the quiet room, and held it up for Amy to see.
