Chapter 15
Until now, everything was familiar to Nala. She knew what it was like to be eaten out. She knew what it was like to reciprocate. She even knew the ins and outs of this woman’s body by now. What she did not know, however, was what it was like being tied up in bed for someone’s twisted pleasure.
Although Varen occasionally cursed because she was more than a bit rusty in the world of erotic knot-tying, Nala still felt like she was in the hands of a professional.
Maybe that was because she didn’t know any better.
At any rate, she obeyed whenever Varen told her to move this way or that, to hold her hand in such a way, or to stay in one position.
Whenever Varen got a knot right, she grinned in triumph.
Occasionally, she walked around the bed, admiring her handy work and wondering what she should do next.
It was difficult for Nala to see, but she noted an intricate web of long ropes woven above her, creating a design that reminded her of a dream catcher.
Her arms were nothing more than spread, and her legs were free, but nevertheless, she stared in awe as art was created above her head.
Here I hadn’t even noticed the headboard.
It was perfect for tying unsuspecting women to.
Especially if Varen liked fucking those women where she tied them – because the woman looked antsy to make Nala come again.
She didn’t say anything. She was almost afraid to fuck up the flow and lose momentum. The greater the art became, the tighter Nala’s wrists were held to the headboard. No way was she going anywhere now… not that she wanted to.
“This is almost passable,” Varen said, standing near her head. “Not as good as I used to be, but I can get back into form soon. I’ll need to practice every day… not on you, of course.”
Oh, well, thank heaven!
Varen loomed over Nala. “Unless you want me to.”
“One thing at a time.”
“Obviously.” The bed jilted beneath Varen’s weight as she climbed on and pulled one of Nala’s legs.
A small scarf was in her hand. Nala bit her lip in anticipation.
Varen situated herself between her legs and proceeded to pull the scarf taut between her hands, arms flexing in the minimal light.
The longer she sat there playing with the scarf, the more eager she looked.
With her legs spread, all Nala could think about was getting a proper taste of those lovemaking abilities again.
I’d say I’m embarrassing myself down there, but… nah.
“Are you going to fuck me now, ma’am?”
Varen didn’t smile again. Nor did Nala squirm as her knees tickled against the silk scarf. “Is that what you want? Because I have some orders for you.”
Of course she did. “I want it.” It felt like Friday again, when Varen pinned her against the wall and demanded Nala tell her that she gave her consent to being taken.
Is she going to be rough again? Nala wouldn’t mind if it went in that direction, but she wasn’t in the mood to start that way.
Assuming this went well, there would be plenty of opportunities for Varen to jump and take her like that again.
Oops, there I go. Didn’t take much, apparently.
Varen circled Nala’s nipples with the scarf. “First, close your eyes.”
She wasn’t surprised when the scarf touched her face.
Varen knotted it tight behind Nala’s head, blocking out the last of the light.
Even when she opened her eyes again, all she saw was shadows.
I’ve never been blindfolded before. Let alone with someone kneeling between her spread legs.
Let alone when her arms were tied to the headboard.
“Well, here you are, Nala Nazarov. Blindfolded and bound naked in my bed. How does that make you feel? Make your words count.”
She didn’t have to think twice about it. “It makes me feel good, ma’am.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Next, how do you feel about toys this early in our… relationship.”
Something tightened in Nala’s abdomen. She was familiar with sex toys, yes, but had never used them with another woman. She barely used them on herself when she couldn’t afford anything half-decent. “What are we talking?” she asked. “Vibrators? Or… something else?”
“Do you like vibrations?”
“I think so.”
“You’d like it if I traced your nipples with a little vibe, wouldn’t you?”
Nala shuddered. “Fuck, yes.”
“Maybe stick it in your pussy and watch you squirm, helpless, as it makes you come with no further work from me.”
Words? Gone. Nala was nothing but grunts.
“But maybe I want to work for it. Maybe I want to use all of my strength to make us both scream our cares away.”
So, something else?
Varen’s weight left the bed again. A drawer beneath the bed opened and closed. Something landed near Nala’s thigh. It was much heavier than a common vibrator.
“Oh, hell yes. Fuck me up, ma’am.”
Cool lube gently touched Nala’s slit. She held her breath when Varen’s fingers briefly disappeared inside of her, tenderly tending to the full breadth of her pussy before pulling away again. Maybe there is a God. Nala disappeared into that thought as Varen moved around her.
“Now, do me a favor, and don’t say another word until we’re done. Remember the other night when I told you to make all the sounds you wanted but don’t say anything?”
Nala nodded.
“Let’s do that again. If you can take it and still obey, I’ll make it worth your while.”
She sucked in her lips, afraid to speak.
“If you speak, we’re done. So, I guess if you want me to stop, say so.”
Nala remained silent and unmoving as Varen pulled her thighs apart and fingered her slit again. She licked her hand before it spanked Nala’s clit. Holy shit. If Varen wanted her wet, that’s what she got from one well-timed smack.
“Did you like it when I talked dirty to you the other night?”
I suppose it’s okay to gesture... Nala nodded again, remembering those erotically callous words. Call me them again. Put me in my place, asshole.
“Good. Because I doubt I’ll be able to help myself.”
Breath swept through Nala’s nostrils when the lubricated tip of a strap-on touched her opening. It moved up and down her slit, stimulating her clit and reminding her of how much she wanted Varen to fuck her.
Her body parted to let the strap-on in, Nala’s mind escaping to another plane of pleasure as she was slowly reminded that Varen held all the power – not only keeping Nala in place but invading her space and penetrating her well-constructed defenses.
She whined. She had to make some sound, and that was the best she allowed herself since she couldn’t tell Varen how good it felt.
I need to come up with other ways to tell her.
As Varen slid out, waiting for Nala to get wetter, then entering her again, Nala curled her toes and arched her back in reverie.
“You look good in my bed.” Varen grunted, pushing as far as she could go.
Nala spread her legs wider, cursing herself for being so petite.
She must look like a monster compared to me.
The demon was back, and she expected to swallow Nala whole.
“This time I’ll make sure you come harder than you ever have before.”
The bed creaked and groaned as she moved.
At first, it was in slow, gentle strokes that gradually opened Nala up and made it easier for Varen to take her.
This is what I’m talking about. She didn’t want to make slow and easy love, but she did appreciate not feeling like a train wreck after the deed.
Nala kept her teeth on her bottom lip so she wouldn’t utter a word.
This was too good to let slip through her fingers.
“Fucking damn it all, Nala.” The grip on Nala’s hips tightened, directing her ass up as Varen rose on her knees and slipped the strap-on deeper. “I have you exactly as I want, and all I can think about is tearing you apart.”
Nala showed her teeth, a smile as dreadful as any of Varen’s. “Then tear me apart, Mistress,” it said.
Or so she thought. The shout of surprise as Varen rammed into her, hard, startled Nala.
One thing for Varen Lake to slide her fingers in and out of her like a gentle soul.
Quite another to feel like the sky itself came crashing into her every single second.
Nala let out a long, pathetic wail as her body was used like a toy, Varen’s grunts becoming louder and more sadistic the longer she fucked her.
“You don’t know who I am,” Varen growled, bruising Nala’s hip with one hand and snatching her breast with the other. Nala was manhandled, groped during lovemaking, and marked during a round of day-to-day fucking. “You don’t know what I can do to you.”
A flicker of fright shook Nala’s heart as she struggled to meet those intense thrusts.
It’s too much! Yet it felt so damn good, the way this otherwise composed woman split her in two and acted like it was the most life-changing thing in the world.
Nala ensured that every sound passing her lips made it seem like she enjoyed it, even though it hurt.
Pain is fine… this is fine… True to her thoughts, an orgasm built within her battered groin.
“Or maybe you do know.” Varen stilled, but it was not to concentrate on her pleasure, however she earned it.
She lifted her hips, taking Nala with her.
But being tied so well to the bed meant it lifted her back and made her head sink deep into the mattress.
Oh my God! No one had found their way this far into her before.
She didn’t know anyone could go that deep!
Is that my… Even by herself, Nala had never found her most sensitive place within her.
Varen had found it their second round of sex. “You’re mine, Nala.”
What happened in her mind as Varen consumed her was something she could have never anticipated.
She alit in a flurry of hormones, riddled with a type of lust that seemed to come from the core of her being, and strained to touch Varen wherever it could.
The only way she could touch her right now, though, was with what wrapped around her fingers, so she squeezed tightly, refusing to let go as undulating waves crashed into her.
The crazed sound coming from Varen’s throat made Nala feel so small, so needed, and so at the whim of a frenzy no one could control.
Nala was left to a fate that had no certain end.
Except for her orgasm, which was still hers to control.
She unleashed a cry that almost drowned out Varen’s.