Chapter 28 #2
Binding her wrists together and shoving her down onto her back, rendering her immobile as she was fucked until she moaned herself into a stupor.
The scariest thing wasn’t that Sarah yearned for Luca to be even rougher. What scared her was how close she was to crying from how good it made her feel.
One woman could do this to her. She could open her up, physically and emotionally.
She could feed her the stamina, desires, lust for life, and the power that surged within her.
Sarah greedily drank her aura. She refused to let Luca go every time she tried to pull away from her.
Most of all, she screamed that name and whatever dirty shit Luca told her to say, because it meant she fucked her harder and also lost herself in their games.
But they weren’t games, were they? This was reality. This was what Sarah needed to be whole again, as fucked up as it was.
I don’t care what you say, Luca. I’m fucked up. That’s a fact.
Luca didn’t treat her like she was fucked up, though. This rough form of lovemaking may have been exactly what Sarah wanted, but she did everything with the tacit understanding that it could stop whenever they needed it to.
But not before she peeled her soaking wet shirt off her body and pulled down her pants. Her sweaty skin glistened in the burning candlelight. Sarah could barely stand it. Why wasn’t Luca inside of her again? When would she give Sarah what she wanted?
“On your knees.” Luca was breathless.
So was Sarah, once some cool lube hit her skin, and her girlfriend insisted on taking her ass for the first time.
Sarah was no stranger to anal sex at this point in her depravity.
Rather amazing how many loved it and got so giddy that they found a random woman who didn’t mind giving it up – or getting off on it.
Except it was her first time with Luca. Never before had she insinuated that she wanted to do such a thing together.
But she had begged Luca to fuck every single hole and make sure she knew that she belonged to her. So here they were.
Sarah had reached the point of happily forgetting the bullshit that had plagued her mind for so long.
Yet the moment Luca was inside of her, guttural groans taking her ear the way the strap-on took her ass, Sarah wondered how blurred the lines between what they did for pleasure and what they did for this truly were.
“Tell me you like it,” Luca growled into the crook of Sarah’s neck.
While Sarah embraced the pleasurable pain that came with this kind of sex – like she embraced a good spanking – she had yet to learn her cues.
Was she about to come? Had she finally reached her limit, and Sarah better damn well get what she needed to get from her?
Or was that simply the immense pressure claiming her body?
“Tell me this is more than you could’ve ever wanted. ”
She shuddered beneath her body, her little moans of disbelief almost knocking her unconscious. “Fuck me.” It was all she could say.
So Luca fucked her.
Everything about it was so brash and invasive that Sarah was thrown from her pedestal of subconscious anxiety and forced to focus on nothing but the incredible sensations tearing through her every time Luca gave her what she needed.
Firm hands held her down, pulled her hair, and spanked the tender flesh desperately trying to accommodate everything.
When Luca wasn’t kissing her neck or shoulder, she muttered filthy epithets into Sarah’s ear and kept her so far away from the toxicity infecting her brain that Sarah couldn’t even remember what had bothered her for so long.
“You make me want to come so badly.” She made Sarah cry out from the intensity of her slow-moving strap-on filling her, exiting her, filling her again. I must be easy. “Do you have any idea how much I’m holding back from you?”
A simple question. Or so Sarah thought.
Luca pulled her up, grabbing her breasts and shoving her strap-on deeper into her. Sarah gasped from both pleasure and surprise. How was it possible for this woman to keep taking her on these whirlwind sensations?
“Do you know how much I’m always holding back from you?”
Just like that, Sarah was dropped back onto the bed – and from her sexual high.
Luca pulled out, her naked body beckoning for Sarah to reach out and touch her. Yet she was so cold that Sarah didn’t dare move.
Until Luca moved her for her.
Women’s scarves were so versatile. They were especially handy for tying naked girlfriends to the bed so she didn’t have a chance in hell at touching herself – let alone leaving.
Yet while Sarah expected Luca to have her final way with her, Luca walked toward her bathroom, leaving Sarah tied to her bed.
“I need to take a break, Angel. I’m going to hop in the shower for a bit. ”
“What?”
The water was already on. Sarah tugged on the ties. While she could most certainly break out of them if she wanted to, did she? Luca had done this for a reason. She’s touching herself in the shower right now. So not fair. How was this supposed to help Sarah?
Trust her.
Sarah inhaled a deep breath and waited. She listened to the water spraying in the shower. She listened to the occasional sigh coming from the woman she so desperately wanted to love. She felt her arms tire, and her chest tighten.
I want to love her, but…
Luca had been so good to her. Good to her in ways she wasn’t used to. Sarah only knew those who used her, or made promises only to forget them the next day. Those were the “good” ones. The “kind” ones. The ones that didn’t traumatize her.