Chapter 9 #3
As the arm of the couch pressed into Victoria’s thighs, Isabel grabbed Victoria’s undershirt, dragging it over her head but stopping at her elbows.
Swiftly, she did the same to Victoria’s bra, twisting it so Victoria’s arms were bound above her head.
Victoria felt the cold air harden her nipples into rocks, begging to be touched.
She was completely bare in the small cabin.
Her nakedness should have appalled her. Her arms being tied should have alarmed her, her movement being stopped by the arm of the couch leaving her completely at Isabel’s mercy.
She’d never been more vulnerable, and it should have terrified her.
Instead, liquid heat pooled between her legs.
She was more turned on now than she’d ever had been in her life.
Isabel broke the kiss and moved her lips and teeth down Victoria’s neck, nipping and kissing down to her collarbone.
With one hand holding her arms in place, Isabel used the other to knead Victoria’s breast as she slowly leaned her mouth down to the other.
She started gently, teasing, but then suddenly Isabel bit down on Victoria’s nipple, eliciting a sharp and surprised moan.
The dark chuckle Isabel loosened against her breast filled Victoria with need.
Again, Isabel did the same on the other side.
Kneading, kissing, licking, nipping her way down to the other breast. Just as Victoria thought Isabel was about to bite down on this nipple, Isabel pulled back.
Suddenly, Isabel flipped Victoria so she was facing the couch and pushed her to bend over.
Victoria gasped into the couch cushions as Isabel slowly spread her folds and began to tease her with gentle touches.
Her soft circles and even softer pressure drove Victoria mad until she was shaking and moaning into the cushion.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, Isabel pulled on her arms tied above her head, forcing her to arch her back. Victoria gasped the fresh, cold air.
Her voice low and gravely, Isabel demanded, “Beg for it.”
Victoria paused, breathless. She had never begged until last night, and yet here she was being asked to do it again.
She gasped out as she asked, “What?”
Instead of answering, Isabel circled her clit again, holding her arms in the air as the light teasing began again. Victoria’s breath hissed at the building pressure, but Isabel stopped once again.
“You heard me. Beg.”
Victoria groaned as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. This was it. This was the precipice. This was the moment when she could say no. When she could take back control.
But she didn’t want control. She wanted to lose it. She wanted Isabel.
Softly, shyly, she breathed out a whisper. “Please. Please fuck me.”
Isabel slipped in a finger at her words. “Good girl.”
Slowly, Isabel pumped her index finger in and out of her pussy, while her middle finger extended towards her clit, rubbing it as she drove her finger in. But it wasn’t enough. Victoria whined, needing more.
Isabel tsked, but continued the slow torture as she said, “You have to tell me what you want like a good girl.”
Victoria let a deep groan loose and then, louder this time, she begged. “Oh God! More! Please! I need more! Fuck me hard. Fill me!”
Isabel growled with pleasure and immediately added two more fingers.
She ramped up the speed, giving Victoria what she wanted.
Isabel fucked her hard with her fingers and moaned loudly.
She felt trapped beneath Isabel, completely out of control.
She knew she should hate this. She should want control.
But she didn’t. She was soaking up every second of this.
Her hips bucked wildly in time with Isabel’s movements.
She moaned loudly and the water from her rain-slicked hair dripped into her open mouth. She felt reckless, and she wanted more.
Feeling bolder, she screamed out. “More. Fill me more. Fuck me so hard.”
Isabel audibly sucked in a breath, the air whistling between her teeth. “Now that’s a good girl.”
Isabel added in a fourth, and spread Victoria wide, pumping hard. As she shoved in deep, she opened her fingers, spreading Victoria more. Finally, she added in her thumb slowly, folded in tight, and pressed her entire hand inside of Victoria.
Victoria felt her body open for Isabel’s whole hand and welcome it inside her. Oh she wanted this. She wanted this so badly. It felt so good being so full like this.
Both women groaned deeply, and Victoria could barely hear Isabel swear under her breath over her own loud moans.
Isabel’s pace was relentless. Just when Victoria thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, Isabel shifted, and closed her hand into a fist inside her and began thrusting deeply in and out.
It felt better than anything else in the world.
Exquisite. Victoria screamed out. “Oh god! Oh yes. Oh. Isabel.”
She had never been so filled. Isabel kept a punishing pace, not giving Victoria a moment’s rest, pushing her to a climax.
Victoria screamed out, no words could form—instead just a guttural cry of pleasure as she squirted.
Her legs shook through her orgasm, and Victoria knew she wouldn’t be standing if it weren’t for the couch’s arm bracing her hips and Isabel’s firm grasp on her tied arms.
She rode the last wave of her orgasm, expecting Isabel to stop, but instead, Isabel groaned in satisfaction. “No. Give me more. Again.”
Victoria gasped as Isabel ramped the pace back up, fucking her so hard she saw stars behind her eyes. It didn’t take long for her walls to clamp around Isabel’s fist.
Victoria screamed out, her voice raw as she orgasmed yet again.
She could feel the liquid running down her thighs as she squirted for a second time.
Victoria had never felt pleasure like this.
Pleasure that overrode all thoughts, all bodily functions.
Isabel slowly let go of her tied arms, and Victoria limply flopped over, her face slamming into the cushion.
Tremors shook Victoria’s body as Isabel pulled out and grabbed her legs. With surprising strength, Isabel flipped Victoria over. Victoria gasped and pulled up to look at Isabel questioningly, watching her lower down to her knees.
Growling, Isabel looked her in the eyes. “I want to lick up all that sweet juice.”
Putting a hand on Victoria’s belly, Isabel pushed back, forcing Victoria to fall back once more.
Isabel moved forward reaching for the apex of Victoria’s thighs.
She licked and nipped her inner thighs, cleaning every last drop off Victoria before she then used her tongue to spread her folds.
Isabel licked and sucked with confidence, her tongue whipping Victoria back into a frenzy.
Her back arched as she reached forward to grab Isabel’s hair.
The tangled shirt and bra fell to the ground, freeing her to run her fingers through that dark mess of curls.
Victoria didn’t have time for thoughts. She didn’t have time for anything but to moan and scream in pleasure as she rocketed toward another orgasm.
Victoria was shocked to feel herself begin to squirt again, and she pulled back.
She felt shame and embarrassment quickly burn through her, but before she could get away, Isabel growled.
“No, you don’t.”
Isabel dove forward, chasing Victoria’s pussy, relentlessly sucking and licking until Victoria finally came again, squirting, gushing directly into Isabel’s mouth. Victoria dug her heels into Isabel’s back, riding those waves until she crashed and fell backward onto the couch.
Isabel stood but firmly held Victoria’s legs on the couch, keeping her in a backbend that would’ve made her high school cheerleading coach proud. Victoria looked up at Isabel towering over her, her face wet from her juices and the rain.
Isabel whispered low, “Delicious.”
Victoria shivered as Isabel swiftly pulled off the last of her own clothes, swinging her leg over and straddling her face. As Isabel lowered onto Victoria’s tongue, she grabbed Victoria’s legs and pulled them over her shoulders. Grabbing her ass tightly, Isabel growled into her pussy.
“Again.”
Completely upside down, Victoria kneaded Isabel’s hips as she licked and sucked, determined to drive Isabel over the edge, as well.
For each lick, each probe of her tongue, Isabel did the same to her.
Victoria felt the blood rush to her head in her upside-down position, and she felt as if she nearly blacked out in pleasure and sensation.
As Isabel got closer, her hips frantically bucking against Victoria’s face, she began to smack Victoria’s ass.
Over and over. Each slap stung, but the pain pushed Victoria into a frenzy.
Isabel started to orgasm and screamed her pleasure into Victoria’s pussy, the vibrations of which sent Victoria over one last time.
The cabin was quiet now, except for their breathing.
Victoria’s pulse was still hammering, the echo of every shudder and gasp ricocheting in her chest. Her skin was flushed and slick with sweat that was cooling too fast in the damp air, leaving a prickle of cold over her arms.
She pulled in a deep breath and immediately regretted it — Isabel’s scent still lingered on her skin, on her hair, and in the air between them. It was intoxicating and infuriating all at once.
She pushed herself upright, reaching for her blouse where it hung, half-damp, over the back of the chair.
Neither of them spoke as they dressed. The sounds of fabric being pulled over skin, the dull thump of boots on the floorboards, and the soft creak of the wood under their movements filled the space instead.
Victoria kept her eyes down, focusing on every small task — smoothing the collar of her shirt, fastening the buttons one by one, sliding her damp feet into her boots. It was easier than looking at Isabel. Easier than confronting the molten mixture of heat and anger still curling low in her stomach.
Anger at herself.
Because as much as she wanted to tell herself she shouldn’t — couldn’t — like this, she did. She liked the way Isabel took control, the rough edge in her touch, the way she made surrender feel inevitable.
And that was the problem.
By the time she’d pulled her jacket back on, her jaw was set so tight it ached. She turned toward the window, needing something else to look at, and felt her stomach sink.
The rain had stopped. Completely.
Sunlight filtered weakly through the trees, glinting off wet leaves and the puddles scattered across the clearing. It had probably stopped a while ago. She didn’t know how long.
The realization made heat rise in her face — not from the storm, but from the truth that they’d been so lost in each other she hadn’t even noticed.
Her voice, when it came, was cold and clipped. “We should go.”
She didn’t wait for a reply. She just moved to the door, the air between them heavier now than the storm had ever been.