Chapter 38
Alessa
Never in a million years have I ever thought that yours truly would be tied up in the best VIP room in America while her girlfriend went down on her.
All right, so I suppose a few details are in order. We’re not in the Platinum VIP lounge. We’ve got more class than that, although I’m sure Ms. Moreau would have no problems with us getting freaky up on the balcony.
As I was saying? Shortly after Julianna informed me that she had other surprises tonight, she asked Lucy if she knew of any available private rooms for us to enjoy. Before another minute could pass, we had a key to the nicest room on the premises.
Because what Julianna Marcon wants? She gets.
Like me tied up with soft bondage ropes, completely helpless and at her whim.
Keep in mind that I can make this stop whenever I want. Naturally, I don’t want it to end. Because as I’ve gone over before, Julianna knows what her tongue is capable of.
I’m spread wide open, my feet tied to metal hooks protruding from the bottom end of the bed. My arms are likewise above my head, the ropes gently wound around my wrists. I guess this is what they call spread eagle, yes? No idea. Can’t say I’ve ever done this before, even though, as we all know, Julianna is a complete miscreant who is likely to do anything the moment she gets the idea in her head.
Her idea? To tie me up, rip off my underwear (maybe in that order,) and tease my clit with her ravenous tongue.
I can barely stand it!
I’m not being rewarded for anything. Unless it’s for being a good sport today. I’m not being punished, although she could probably come up with a few sexy reasons to punish me – any other night, she would use that woman hitting on me as an excuse. Tonight, however, I get the impression that all Julianna cares about is pleasure. Maybe I could throw in a few requests.
Too bad the only sounds I’m capable of making right now are variants of her name and wordless groans of delight.
If only I could truly convey what this woman does with her tongue. When she’s not making me squirm from the way it flicks over my clit in quick bursts, it’s making me writhe from how hard, how satisfyingly it plunges into and fills me. It does things that even her toys can’t accomplish. And from how she’s looking at me right now, I get the feeling she’s thinking about using everything she has to fuck me.
Close.
She purposely makes me come on her mouth, my thighs squeezing her cheeks as I arch my back and cry out from the intensity. Two seconds later, she stands, fingers twiddling in anticipation before clasping together and hurling toward my pussy.
I close my eyes and await the sweet inevitable.
Damn!
Nothing prepares me for how hard she plummets into me, instantly taking every inch I have inside. I’ve been speared against the bed. Even if I weren’t tied up, my body would never be able to move. Not that I want it to, mind you!
A growl of appreciation rumbles through Julianna’s body. “Perfect,” she mutters. “Absolutely perfect, inside and out.”
This is the kind of life I see myself living for many, many glorious years. Me, Julianna, and whatever bed we can get dirty in. I don’t always have to be tied up. In fact, it might be nice to not be tied up occasionally, but I also wouldn’t say no to that kind of life.
I’m definitely not saying no now! I didn’t know I could say yes as much as I do tonight.
Of course, the hottest part harkens to the first time we hooked up in her office. The idea that someone could come walking in at any moment. They probably won’t. The likelihood is slim to none because the door is locked and there is a huge unspoken (but written) rule in clubs like this that you do not interrupt people unless they invite you to interrupt them. That’s the thrill, though, right? That someone might catch us making merry in the most extramarital way?
Why does that turn me on? Almost like I want to share this kind of thing with the world.
But why would I? This is for Julianna and me. This is for us. Our life together. This is what we do to express our love and need for one another.
A while ago, I asked her if she loved me. I didn’t expect her to say it. When we first got together, I never expected her to say yes in a million years.
Now I realize, as she quickly approaches climax and I’m lying here enjoying every second of it…
She does love me, doesn’t she?
One day, I’ll want to hear those words. But for now, I’m 100% content with feeling it instead.
It doesn’t always happen, but tonight we peak at the same moment, my body trembling in pleasure when Julianna goes to the edge of the world just to rub her clit against me. There’s nothing more that I want than to break free of my bonds and wrap my arms around her, embrace her, feel her strength surge through her torso as it crashes upon me. But I can’t. This is a part of the experience.
I must channel my excitement, my love for her through the rest of my body. I’ll start by wrapping my thighs around her so tightly that she can’t leave me for a long, long time.
She doesn’t even struggle.