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“Too bad. I will promise you one thing – you will enjoy it.” It was as much a command as it was an assurance.
“I always thought it would be the other way around,” Leslie whispered, dazed by Robin’s bold advance.
“It will be, just not tonight,” Robin said. Leslie had the feeling that any protest would be immediately shot down. Robin was tugging at her sweater…
“I want this off.”
She pulled so hard, it pulled Leslie’s hair with it.
“Ouch!”
Robin smiled. “It’s been so long.” With a sensuous sigh, her head descended to Leslie’s luscious breasts. She squeezed the tits together and licked them both, her mouth moving from one to the other as she nibbled on the sweet-tasting flesh, leaving small red hickeys behind. Leslie’s nipples stiffened when Robin blew her warm breath on them, and when she pinched them between her fingers, Leslie gave up a soft rasping gasp of pleasure. “You’ve never been tied up, have you?” Robin asked.
“No.” Leslie shuddered at the thought. Afraid and wanting at the same time.
“That’s what I want to do to you,” Robin decided. “I want to tie you so you can’t move, so you’re mine to do with as I please. You have no idea…” Her voice sounded raspy and breathless already.
“You promise it won’t hurt?” Leslie asked, staring anxiously into Robin’s beautiful face. Her blonde hair surrounded her determined features, like a glowing light accenting the urgent passion she’d been denied far too long.
“No. I won’t promise anything, but I will start gently.”
Robin rose from the bed and moved toward a closet, returning with several lengths of soft nylon rope. “Come with me.” She reached for the reluctant Leslie and taking her by the hand, lead her into the bedroom.
Leslie stopped at the entrance, letting her eyes adjust. This was not what she expected to see.
“Everything’s changed!” Dark papered walls… bold colors – gold, green and burgundy swam before her eyes, and the bed, a behemoth four-poster queen with diaphanous gold curtains hanging from the canopy above. This was Robin’s room, but everything had changed.
The blinds were closed, and a single bedside lamp gave the room a mellow light. Like a harlot’s lair! Leslie shivered, feeling like a raunchy whore.
“You like it?” Robin’s eyes were lit as dark and dreamily as the sensuous room, which only made Leslie shudder more profoundly.
“You’re going to tie me here,” Leslie breathily gasped. “It’s a little too reminiscent for comfort.” Her mind instantly recalled Felicia’s pose at the time of her death.
“Don’t go there,” Robin said, having her mind made up. She pushed Leslie towards the bed. “Take off your jeans.”
Such a strange way to begin sex, Leslie thought. But she’d gone this far and could not turn back. No. Never. Robin was more erotically appealing to her now than she had ever been – even during the best months of their relationship. Feeling every bit under Robin’s control, Leslie removed her jeans and panties, all in an unthinking stupor, still staring at her business partner, her mind working frantically to get a fix on the woman Robin had suddenly become.
“Lay down and spread your legs.” Robin’s voice was mellow but convincing.
Leslie’s brunette snatch already glistened with juices – that fragrant, pungent sticky juice. The redolence of it hit the air, affecting both women with its powerful aphrodisiac.
“You’re really going to do this?” Leslie whispered.
“Why not, Les? You know I’d never hurt you. If you can take chances with a stranger at Shappos, you can take a few with someone you…you love.” The word was difficult for Robin to say and Leslie flinched at the sound.
As Leslie stood watching, almost numb, Robin began to strip off her clothes. Not some erotic striptease, but something more direct, simple, her eroticism matter-of-fact, throwing Leslie into a tailspin. She was dizzy with lust.
Leslie wasn’t sure about anything, but once seeing Robin stripped down to nothing before her eyes, she knew what she’d do, no equivocation, no second guessing this time. The heat between her legs billowed like clouds before a storm. No turning back, not now.
Leslie turned and crawled up on the bed, planning to lie back just as Robin ordered. But before she could do so, Robin took her by surprise, catching her arm with a firm hand, “Stop right there,” she said.
“I thought you wanted me spread eagle?” Leslie said, gazing back at her.
“Later.” Robin’s blue eyes had darkened until they seemed almost black.
Leslie knelt stock still on her hands and knees with her ass end waving in the breeze in front of Robin’s eyes. She couldn’t help herself, taunting the woman even though she was unsure of what was about to unfold. Maybe even Robin didn’t know. “What are you going to do?” Leslie asked.
“Shush!” Robin ordered. She accompanied the sound with a smack of her palm on Leslie’s pale ass. Then she continued slapping her bottom, spanking the two quaking cheeks. The fire of her delivery made Leslie shudder as much as the sting on her bottom made her burn with desire.
