Chapter 38 #2
Luisa stood in front of her, making sure that Amy got a good, long look at her body, then slowly tied a scarf around one wrist, testing her tie to make sure that it wasn’t too tight but also that Amy’s wrist was restrained. She then did the same with the other wrist.
Amy looked from wrist to wrist, her face flushed, her eyes bright, clearly revelling in being helpless now, at Luisa’s mercy.
For her part, Luisa knelt down next to Amy and smiled, and Amy smiled back.
"I love you," they both said at the same time and started giggling, before Luisa started to gently, slowly trail her fingers across Amy's naked body, starting with her arms, bound tight to the bed, and moving along to touch her shoulders, her back, her chest, her neck, her face, her legs.
.. everywhere, except, for now, the one place that Amy doubtless wanted to be touched more than anything, obvious to Luisa from the way that she was already shifting her hips towards Luisa's hands when they went anywhere near.
Luisa gazed into Amy’s eyes the whole time, save for when she leaned in from time to time in to kiss Amy softly on the lips before pulling back, invariably leaving Amy's lips trying to follow, desperate for more.
All Luisa did though was smile, and whisper to Amy to be patient, drawing sighs of both pleasure and frustration from her.
Finally, after a long spell of teasing with her fingers and her lips, Luisa slowly, ever so slowly, ran her hand down Amy's front, right from her neck, all the way down until she brushed Amy's trimmed pubic hair, stroking gently through it and further, touching Amy where she really wanted.
As Luisa's fingers finally touched her where she needed to be touched Amy let out a long shuddering gasp, her eyes closing briefly before she opened them again, looking at Luisa with an expression of outright lust.
Luisa took her time though, only gently stroking and playing with Amy, all while her other hand roamed her body and her lips alternated between kissing Amy's body and Amy's lips.
"Please... touch me harder," Amy whispered.
"It's nowhere near time," Luisa whispered into Amy's ear before she resumed nibbling her earlobe, something that she knew that Amy loved.
After a long, long time of touching Amy, Luisa could tell that she was building to something close to a crescendo, the tell-tale little spasms, the gasps, the way that Amy shifted, the way that Amy's wrists pulled against her restraints and her body started to tense, but it was too soon, much too soon, so Luisa stopped, pulling her hand away.
"Don't stop," Amy pleaded. "I... you can't stop... please..."
Luisa kissed her on the lips again, her tongue flicking teasingly against Amy’s. “Remember, quality over quantity. I’m just doing what you asked me to.”
Amy let out a little frustrated grunt but then kissed Luisa back harder.
For the next few minutes, Luisa restricted herself to stroking the rest of Amy's body again, looking into her eyes, and the look of pure lust on Amy's face was the sexiest thing that Luisa thought she'd ever seen... it was a sight to behold.
"Time to change position," Luisa whispered, untying both of Amy's arms. "Do you need a moment to rest them?"
Amy nodded, and Luisa let her sit there for a few moments, before saying, "Put your arms above your head, wrists crossed.
" Amy did as she was told, and Luisa reached for Amy's belt that she'd been wearing earlier, a thin leather belt, and used it to tie her wrists together, wrapping it horizontally then vertically, testing it was tight, before attaching the end of the bed to the bedframe below, so that Amy's arms were raised above her head but she couldn't move, not from that kneeling position.
"Is that ok?" she asked. Amy nodded. "Good... I've got a surprise for you."
Luisa could see Amy watching her as she walked over to her suitcase, and as she sorted through her clothes down to the depths she pulled out the vibrator that they'd bought together in LA.
"You brought it?" Amy asked in surprise.
"Not just that..." Luisa teased. "You'll have to wait and see. Now... this is where it gets good."
"Gets good?" Amy was grinning. “This is perfect already."
Luisa smiled as she kneeled down again and gave Amy a playful kiss. "Do you still want me to tease you?"
Amy nodded, though her cheeks were even more flushed and her breathing even more shallow than before, her nearly orgasm a few minutes before still lurking in the background.
Luisa turned the vibrator on, choosing a setting that they'd both enjoyed when they'd used it together in LA, a slow, rhythmic pulsing that was never enough to take you all the way but plenty of fun to get you close.
She looked at Amy's face as Amy closed her eyes, her wrists slightly straining against her restraints, when the vibrator went between her legs. "I know which setting you chose..." Amy whispered as she let out a long, shuddering exhalation. "...oh God, so good."
Luisa leaned in to kiss Amy again, and Amy kissed her back hungrily, all while the steady, rhythmic vibrations did their work, building Amy up back towards her peak.
After a few minutes Luisa increased the intensity, shifting to a pattern that was almost guaranteed to make you orgasm, but then when it started to have its effect she took it away, giving Amy time to slip back from her peak, before starting it all again, the slow, steady rhythm followed by the intense pattern a few minutes later.
She put Amy through that cycle four or five times, Luisa lost count of exactly how many, but enough that Amy had started to really beg, saying "Please.
.. please let me..." and "I need you to not stop.
.." and, at one point, "I beg you please let me cum.
..", but each time Luisa teasingly ignored it, smiling at Amy's wide eyes and breathless moans, stroking her when she felt the tremors rolling through her, and kissing her deeply.
After that final cycle Amy needed her release, Luisa could tell. She unfastened the belt. "You can lie on the bed."
Amy nodded and, standing with Luisa's help, her legs shaky, she almost collapsed down on to the bed, lying with her head on the pillows.
Luisa smiled down at her and, picking up the two scarfs again, she tied each of Amy's wrists to opposite corners of the bedframe so that her arms were wide apart and, again, bound tight.
"Are you ok?" she asked Amy again, and Amy nodded, a look of even greater desire than earlier on her face.
"Time for another surprise then." She walked over to her suitcase and reached into it, looking for Amy's reaction as this time she pulled out the strap-on and harness that they'd bought together in LA, the larger of the two.
.. Luisa knew that Amy preferred it and, after a couple of weeks of experimentation, Luisa had realised that she did too.
There was something about a fake cock that was just a little larger than any man you'd ever been with, one controlled by another woman who knew to be careful and gentle with it, that Luisa simply found better.
Slipping the harness on under Amy's watchful eye, Luisa put it in place. On the inside of the harness was the bullet vibrator and Luisa switched it on, keen to get her own pleasure from this too, not that what she was doing to Amy was anything other than entirely pleasurable in the first place.
Once it was on she stood there for a few moments, enjoying the look that Amy was giving her and the pleasant sensation from the vibrator, then she climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Amy's legs.
"Would you like me to use this?" Luisa asked sweetly, pretending that Amy really had any choice at that point.
"Please..." Amy whispered. "Please do."
Luisa grinned and lay down, using her hand to guide the strap-on to Amy's entrance, already soaking wet and ready for anything, and then slowly slid it in, inch by inch, watching Amy's reaction.
She saw Amy flinch slightly at one point, saw her hands clutch at the bed and her body strain, and watched as she muttered, "Oh fuck.
.. oh fuck... sweet Jesus... oh fuck" as she filled her until Luisa was completely inside her.
She smiled down at Amy, who looked back up at Luisa with an expression of intense concentration, and they kissed, slowly, sensually, and then ever so slowly Luisa slid her hips back, pulling most of the way out, and then slowly back in to Amy, drawing a low, shuddering moan.
Luisa soon settled into a rhythm, one of slow, full thrusts, and Amy was making all sorts of noises in response, noises that she'd never heard Amy make before, and Luisa could see everything tensing.
Amy's legs were wrapped around Luisa, her heels almost pulling Luisa into her with each thrust and then finally, magically, Amy came.
.. and came, and came, and came. The effect of the teasing and the orgasm denial had compounded, and her orgasm seemed to Luisa to crest slowly, but then keep on building and building, never ending, and Amy cried out, tried to keep quiet but unable to, and she cried out again and yet again.
Her whole body was tensing and untensing, her arms straining against their binds.
The sheer eroticism of seeing Amy come so utterly undone like that, so overwhelmingly consumed by wave after wave of pleasure, pushed Luisa over the edge herself, at least that combined with the bullet vibrator, and when she came she kept thrusting even as she shuddered, kissing Amy, their lips meeting, then parting with another wave, then meeting again messily, sloppily.
When, finally, Amy's orgasm passed she lay there stunned under Luisa, and Luisa stayed still herself, the strap-on still inside Amy, neither of them moving except for Luisa planting little kisses all over Amy's cheeks and neck.
At some point, Amy started to kiss her back, and that was when Luisa slid out and, kneeling next to Amy, grinned. Amy smiled back, an exhausted smile, and Luisa said, "Was that what you meant?"
Amy started laughing. "Nobody." She paused to catch her breath. "I mean nobody has ever, ever made me feel like that." She paused again. "Ever. Oh my God." She seemed to be searching for words. "That was... I think I might have seen angels it was so good."
Luisa started to untie her wrists, and when she'd done that she lay down next to Amy who wrapped her arms around Luisa.
They shared a slow, lazy kiss, and then Amy said, "Thank you. I needed that."
"Any time," Luisa replied, smiling again.
"No, but I mean it. I really did." Amy paused. "Today was so difficult."
"James?" Luisa whispered, thrilled that Amy was opening up just a little.
"Yes..." Amy replied quietly. "And... all I could think, all I wanted, to make my world right was you, to have you give me all of your attention like you just did.
" She paused. "I mean, five cocktails earlier helped, don't get me wrong.
" They both grinned when she said that. "But I needed that, more than I've ever needed anything. "
"Seriously, any time," replied Luisa.
Amy laughed quietly. "You've set the bar very high for when it's your turn sometime soon..."
***
A few minutes later, Luisa was lying in bed while Amy fetched them some water from the kitchen…
much needed water, Luisa reckoned, given the amount they’d all drunk.
The final call sheet for the Amalfi photoshoot had come through and she was scanning through it on her phone, looking as usual for anyone she’d worked with before and anyone she’d wanted to work with in the past but hadn’t yet, when she stopped and her breath caught.
One name.
Arabella Greenwood.
Bel.
"Everything ok?" Amy asked, walking in and noticing Luisa's expression.
Luisa hesitated just a second too long. "Fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just some last minute changes to the shoot schedule."
Amy nodded. “You mind if I use the bathroom first?”
“All yours.”
As she heard Amy busying herself in the bathroom, humming something as she removed her makeup, Luisa sat staring at the name on her screen.
Bel. She'd last seen her in Miami not long before she first met Amy, and hadn't expected to see her again so soon.
But… it made sense. She lived in London, she worked in Europe as much as America, still not likely but far from impossible.
It was a surprise, though. She hadn't prepared for this. Hadn't even considered the possibility.
Good luck or bad luck? Probably, she admitted ruefully to herself, a bit of both.
The familiar flutter returned to her stomach, a reaction as automatic as breathing whenever she thought about seeing Bel again.
Luisa closed the email quickly, as if that could somehow erase the reality of what was coming, and glanced over at the bathroom door with a mixture of affection and guilt she couldn't quite explain.
She hadn't thought that it would happen so soon, and she knew that she should tell Amy. It wouldn't feel right not to, not with the likelihood of what could happen. Open relationship or not, it would feel wrong not to say something at least.
"You're sure you're ok?" Amy asked again, coming out of the bathroom.
Luisa forced herself back into the moment and smiled. "Definitely."
She didn't want to spoil the mood, wanted to make the most of this night with Amy after what had clearly been a tough day for her... mentioning Bel could kill that mood so Luisa kept quiet, resolving to bring it up over the next few days. The last thing that Amy needed was Luisa laying her other woman, her version of Amy’s Sarah, on her after the day that she’d had.
Luisa could tell that Amy needed her that night, could feel it with every instinct she possessed.
After all, there was plenty of time until they parted on Wednesday morning for Luisa to fly to Italy, she would have ample opportunity to tell her about Bel.
Plenty of time.