Chapter 8 #2
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 sliding briefly 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.
“Good…” Camila replied, her breathing visibly coming faster. “I must have been very, very bad to need to be cuffed twice?”
“Very…” Sarah climbed on to the bed, still fully clothed, and lay down on top of her, her lips finding Camila’s. This situation, in complete control of another woman, that woman at her mercy and that woman’s pleasure at her gift, was Sarah’s comfort zone. She felt completely at home, it felt right.
Depending on her mood this would normally go one of several ways, whether it was Camila or one of her mentees.
Sometimes she would use the other woman for her own pleasure, something that she knew Camila loved…
being there to service Sarah’s needs. Sometimes she would put the other woman through an exquisite torture of edging and orgasm denial, the woman’s desperation to climax and the power she had over them a form of deep pleasure in its own right.
And sometimes she would take the other woman to the heights of pleasure again and again, before demanding the same in return.
It all depended on Sarah’s mood and her needs, and tonight it was the latter. She was going to give Camila the night of her life, and she was going to ask Camila to do the same. Even the thought of that made Sarah shiver in anticipation.
Sarah took her time to start with, kissing Camila slowly, teasing her with her lips and hand, stoking the fire inside. She could tell that it was working, too, Camila helpless, gasping and moaning as Sarah’s hands roamed her body and touched her everywhere, anywhere that Sarah wanted.
“You like that?” Sarah whispered between kisses, her hand teasingly working between Camila’s legs.
“Yes,” Camila replied. “Very yes.” She gasped at Sarah’s touch. “I need to be very bad more often… but more, I need more.”
“Patience.” Sarah sat up. “I’m going to slip out of these clothes first.” She stood and took off her clothes, top first then jeans to reveal a black set of lingerie underneath. Slowly she unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor, then slid her underwear off too to stand naked next to the bed.
Camila just watched Sarah hungrily, unable to move with her wrists and ankles bound as they were. Sarah moved around the bed until she was positioned between Camila’s legs and looked down at her.
“What would you like?” she asked sweetly.
“Please, please go down on me,” was Camila’s instant reply.
“Hmmm… I think I’ve forgotten how to do that,” Sarah teased. “I wonder if I can remember. It’s been so long for us.”
She walked deliberately slowly round to the other side of the bed, trailing her fingers along Camila’s naked skin, Camila’s gaze fixed on Sarah the whole way, her eyes wide, until she was stood next to Camila’s head.
“I’m not sure if this is right, but let’s give it a try…” she continued teasing, leaning over and kissing Camila upside down, their lips meeting at that unusual angle. It was fun, playful, and Camila was in on the game too.
When Sarah decided that that was enough she leaned further forward, her mouth finding Camila’s chest, and she started to kiss, lick, nibble and tease…
she was pretty sure she heard a stifled gasp from Camila, but only stifled because at that angle her breasts were hanging down over Camila’s face and Camila had wasted no time in taking one of Sarah’s nipples between her lips.
Her hot breath mixed with the saliva was exquisite.
Finally, Sarah climbed on to the bed and straddled Camila’s face, hovering around a few inches above it while she lowered her head between Camila’s legs. Leaning down to give a quick flick of her tongue, she looked back at Camila’s head. “I don’t think I’ve got this right, have I?”
“It seems pretty good from where I’m lying,” came Camila’s breathless response, at which Sarah gently lowered her hips closer to Camila’s face until she felt Camila’s tongue between her legs.
Letting out a quiet gasp of her own, Sarah lowered her head again and put her tongue back between Camila’s legs.
Both women went slow, both knowing what the other liked, but regardless Sarah could feel Camila responding quickly so she slowed the pace almost to a stop, satisfied at the grunt of disappointment coming from between her own legs.
Soon, Sarah was using her hands as well as her tongue, varying what she did and where, sometimes sliding a finger into Camila, sometimes stroking around, tongue used wherever was best. She was constantly aware of how Camila was responding, the little twitches and moans.
For her part, Camila was constrained by having both arms tied to her ankles and so could only use her tongue, but she was doing it to great effect.
Sarah could feel something building for her, something that she'd needed more than she'd even realised since Amy and her had been interrupted the day before.
Feeling that it was time for what would come next, Sarah sat up and undid the handcuffs on both of Camila's ankles. Climbing off, Sarah said, "I need you to stand up next to the bed."
"Please," Camila whispered, "I'm so close, can't you keep going?"
Sarah smiled. "I know what's best for you, trust me."
Camila replied quietly, "Ok..." and stood up. Sarah went to stand behind her, kissing her on the neck as she pushed her hair to one side, then pulled her arms gently behind her back and cuffed her wrists together, removing the now surplus other pair of handcuffs.
"I want you to make me orgasm like your life depends on it," Sarah whispered in her ear, "but slowly.
Can you do that?" Camila nodded. "Good..
. the slower it is for me, the better it will be for you afterwards.
Ok?" Camila nodded again, and Sarah could see the intoxicating mix of desperation for her own climax, a hint of defiance, but most of all obedience… she was Sarah’s, completely.
Sarah went to sit back on the bed, her feet on the floor, legs parted.
Camila knelt down between them and buried her face between Sarah's legs, resuming her efforts with her tongue. Her eyes were fixed on Sarah’s, or at least they were until a particular flick of her tongue made Sarah close her eyes as a tremor ran through her.
When she opened them again she was met by Camila’s unwavering gaze, the mischievous grin visible around her eyes.
"Not too fast, remember?" Sarah said between gasps.
Immediately the pace slowed, and Sarah could feel precisely the slow burning pleasure that she needed.
Camila continued with her tongue, touching and probing, watching Sarah's reaction and pushing her further when she could see the pleasure starting to drop, slowing down when she saw that Sarah was reaching a peak.
Sarah could feel the pleasure building and building, so close to climaxing several times but not quite making it, and could feel herself starting to lose control of her body, her arms and legs writhing as Camila took her closer and closer to the heights.
"Ok..." she moaned. "Now you can make me cum.
" Camila gradually increased the pressure with her tongue and her climax crashed through her, her hands grabbing furiously at the sheets under her as her back raised up from the bed.
She cried out loud as she came, a primal shout that came from somewhere deep within her and that she couldn't have suppressed even if she'd wanted to.
Camila sat back on her heels, hands still bound behind her back, Sarah’s arousal on her chin, and the full grin was on display now… she looked rightly pleased with herself.
“Did I do ok?" she asked.