Chapter 6 #2
Danica was gentle – at first. Eased her into it.
Lulled her into a sense of lazy pleasure that was meant for them.
It was easy to withstand. It felt good, but it wasn’t about to send her over the edge.
Alicia could handle it. She could appreciate how good, how intimate it felt without breaking the rule about climaxing without permission.
Then Danica upped the ante.
Although she couldn’t see it, Alicia felt Danica’s hand hovering near her ass, ready to strike if someone uttered a single word.
This pressure sent Alicia farther into the back of her mind, retreating from the sensations claiming her as Danica invaded every part of her.
All she’s doing is fingering me, but I feel so…
overcome? Like Danica was the benevolent dictator of Alicia’s world.
Outside of the bedroom, she struggled with those ideas.
Inside the bedroom? She wanted it. She wanted Danica to own her, to control her, to tell her what to do and punish her if she disobeyed.
Alicia never thought she would be that kind of woman.
What gave Danica the right to do this to her? Other than her volition?
Her fingers disappeared. She thought Danica might replace them with something like one of her many toys and finally let her come, but Alicia remained abandoned, wondering when her Mistress would bestow such gifts upon her again.
My Mistress…
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 her Mistress.
“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 chosen her for this role. She had sought her out, presented her desires, 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 her Mistress?
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’ve made 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…”
Thwack! The spank was merciless against the small purchase of ass hanging over Danica’s thigh. Alicia cried out again, the painful pleasure zipping through her and making her clench hard around Danica’s hand inside of her.
“I said no words. Do you want to get spanked again?”
She did, but knew that this was not the way. The best spanks didn’t come from punishment, did they? They came as rewards.
“Good girl.” The arm around her torso moved.
Alicia fell forward, suspended in the air with only Danica’s impaling fingers and the pull of her hair keeping her upright.
Oh, my God! When Danica began to move within her again, Alicia thought they would both fall to the floor, a tumbling mess of limbs and handcuffs.
They didn’t. Danica fucked her like that, taking her with a thundering motion that hit her right in the core of her body. Still, she managed not to come.
Danica’s grip on her hair slipped. Alicia fell forward, landing hard against the bed. Danica was quick to act. She rolled Alicia over onto her back and opened her legs right up again.
“I want you, Alicia.” Her feral words were only matched by the beastly way her hands tore Alicia’s dress off her body, as if feasting upon her was the only way Danica could sustain herself.
“Do you understand?” The lace fell away from Alicia’s chest and shoulders, her breasts suddenly beneath Danica’s lips as they nipped and tugged against her sensitive tips.
Please, please fuck me, Danica. Alicia felt empty without her.
Literally. Figuratively. Empty without her inside her body and in the depths of her head.
But her touch was tragically far away. The woman was too busy groping breasts and losing all control across Alicia’s spreading thighs.
“I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.
If you don’t want me as much as I do you… I will go mad.”
Alicia couldn’t use her words, but she could use her motions. Wrists held together, Alicia touched Danica’s chin. One finger grazed her bottom lip. Hips searched for hers, vainly.
Could Danica sense how much she wanted her, too?
“Alicia…” Danica was on top of her, mounting Alicia’s right thigh and surging a forceful knee against her pussy.
Alicia moaned against her lips, but refused to say a word.
This wasn’t only a scene of BDSM anymore.
This was crazy, unfettered, and unleashed.
Alicia still had rules to follow, but this was not a one-sided encounter.
This was as much for her to express herself as it was for Danica.
So what if I can’t speak or have free range of motion?
She could express herself. Alicia could find ways to show her love and devotion. And? She would.
Only now it was harder to follow those rules. The woman was so close to coming that Alicia couldn’t help but want to join her. Is it so wrong? How could it be?
“Don’t come,” Danica pleaded in her ear. “Not yet.”
She tried. Oh, did Alicia try her best to obey.
She had every intention to. Disappointment and subsequent punishment were not on her menu tonight.
She wanted to give Danica everything she wanted and more.
She wanted to prove herself to her. I’m it.
I’m yours. I’m going to be the one who keeps you forever.
She didn’t have to try to be Danica’s perfect woman.
Alicia already was.
Even so, she was still human.
“Ah!” There she went, falling over the edge, welcoming Danica so deeply into her body that she was a fool for her.
A fool making a grievous mistake, as most fools do.
Orgasm may have consumed her, but even at the crest of her pleasure, she realized what she had done.
For what? To feel her body try to claim Danica the way Danica claimed her?
You’re mine too, you know. Alicia may have disobeyed, but at least one good thing – besides pleasure – would come out of it.
She would make this powerful woman know what it felt like for a lover to hold her inside of her for half of an eternity.
Her orgasmic victory was short-lived, as she feared it would be. Shortly after feeling the brunt of such intensity fill her body, Danica freed herself, forcing Alicia’s legs closed and pinning her supine form down.
She didn’t say anything, but from the sheer amount of musk and heat hovering around Alicia’s face, she knew her punishment was coming. Danica may not have voiced her disappointment, but she expressed it, nonetheless.
“You were so close.” Danica got off the bed and left her like that.
“I see we’ll have to step up some of our training.
” Was she walking across the room? To where?
The bathroom? Leaving me alone? That’s the worst punishment.
“I’ll be back, my pet, but I ask you to lie like that and think about what you can do to improve.
We almost achieved one of the most sacred moments we could have… too bad.”
A tear fell across Alicia’s temple. The only explanation she had was that she, too, had felt that connection coming on, and her own inexperience made her miss it. I’ll do better next time. The fact that she wanted a next time so badly was the only thing that soothed her disappointment in herself.