“I was ready to go again like two seconds after that, if I’m being honest, I, uh… I mean, you dressing me up in sexy lingerie is a turn-on.”
I slipped my hands up her body, caressing her breasts through the fabric, pinching her nipples lightly. “I plan to undress you from it too.”
“Paradoxically that’s even better.”
I kissed her again, and she met me readily this time, leaning in to catch me in the middle with her hands exploring over my body, roaming up my back. She undid my bra, and I let her slip it off me, tossing it onto the floor, and she bent down to kiss my shoulder, burying her face in my neck and luxuriating in me, and I murmured contentedly in the sensation of her lips on me, at least until I felt her kissing slowly and deliberately back, along my upper back, between my shoulder blades. In very specific spots.
“Are you… kissing my freckles?”
“I didn’t know you had any. They’re cute.”
“I can see why. I have them covered up for photos so often I can put concealer on them without even looking.”
She gasped. “Helena.”
“Yes?” I laughed, and she pulled back, looking scandalized at me.
“You have to cover up your freckles? Hide them from view?”
“Models have to hide anything and everything, you know.”
“So I’ve finally found your dark secret,” she said, touching one of my freckles lightly. “Took you long enough to slip up, but now I’ve got you, Freckles.”
“Really?” I laughed. “After all this time,that’sthe embarrassing nickname you give me?”
“If you think you can withstand such a withering blow. I know it’s scandalous.”
“You are ridiculous,” I laughed, pushing her down and kissing her, my heart feeling like it would burst. I felt her hands on my breasts, caressing softly, moaning into the kiss as she did, and the feeling of her fingers brushing over my nipples… as if I wasn’t already turned on enough. I moved with one hand to tug off my underwear, throwing them after my bra, and I straddled her thigh, pressing my heat down onto her soft skin.
“Oh, fuck, Helena,” she gasped into the kiss. “Oh, god, you’re so wet…”
“And you are going to take some responsibility and help me with it,” I said, gripping her ass and holding her in place as I ground myself on her thigh. She moaned, rolling her head back, moving with me.
“Oh, god. As much as you like. I’m all yours.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” I reached down next to the bed, sliding open the nightstand drawer, and I fumbled to pull out the long black bands of bondage tape, holding them between my hands and pulling them taut. “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
She nodded breathlessly. “Anything for you.”
I loved a cute little bottom with zero reservations. I pushed her wrists up over her head, binding them together and tying them to the bedframe, and I took my time enjoying her like that—pinning her down and licking her thighs, teasing her nipples through her bra, straddling her thigh and grinding on her, moving up to rock my center against hers, the fabric coarse and rough between us.
She twitched, moaned, gasped and tugged on the restraints until she was breathless, until I felt the surge of heat demanding me to take more control, and I took her restraints off and flipped her over to press her face-first into the mattress, tying her wrists together around her thighs so she couldn’t move at all, her ass up with her wetness staining clear through her underwear.
I slipped my fingers under the fabric, feeling her swollen clit, her heat all over my skin, and I pushed inside of her, reveling in the way she moaned my name louder the harder I pumped inside her—at least until I bent over her and pushed two fingers in her mouth, and she looked up at me and obediently sucked on them while I kept pumping my fingers inside her.
I could feel her twitching as she started to get close, but I wouldn’t let her have it that easily, not whenshealready got to get off and I hadn’t, so I pulled away just as she was closing in on her orgasm, taking my hands off her and leaving her there twitching and begging for me.
“Helena—please—please, please, oh, god, don’t leave me like this, please.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know. I’m not sure if you’ve earned it yet.”
“Helena…” She thrust her hips back, searching for me, and I pressed a kiss against the crest of her thigh.
“I think I’d rather let you work for it.” I opened my second drawer—I had a lot of toys—and I settled on a wand vibrator, enjoying the way her eyes went wide watching it.
“Oh my god.”
“Oh, it’s not for you yet. Don’t get any ideas.” I untied her, and I was feeling particularly cruel, because I turned her over where she could see me, tying down her arms and legs and holding her in place while I sat back on the bed, the vibrator between my legs. “Watch me get everything you want,” I said, turning the vibrator on and touching it lightly against my clit, and she jerked her hips up, looking desperately at me.
