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She didn’t miss the view once the blindfold was on. Everything she needed was in the kiss to the lips she soon enjoyed.
There was something strangely serene about that whole afternoon.
Paige simultaneously knew what to expect and had no idea what would happen. Anything Rhea wanted her to do could either be for the sake of sex or because it was more convenient than what completely banal thing Rhea wanted to do. Like playing a game of solitaire with a pack of cards or making herself a snack of carrots and hummus. She offered Paige a bite at the dining table, but only if she agreed to spend the next hour on the couch, lying down with a pillow propped beneath her hips. So Rhea could give her sexual relief? No! Paige had no idea what her wife was doing during that time because she couldn’t see a damn thing.
But her imagination went into overdrive, and that was almost hotter than anything Rhea could actually do to her.
Almost.
The clock chirped at the top of every hour. And every hour, Rhea asked if her wife needed anything, like food or a trip to the bathroom. Only once did Paige take her up on that with the understanding she wouldn’t be allowed to do anything for the next hour. If she didn’t need either of those things? She was played with like Rhea’s personal doll.
And it’s pretty damn great.
At two, she was propped against the back of the couch and lightly swatted on the ass while Rhea fingered the wet and ready place in front of it. As Paige stimulated herself against the couch and quickly reached a peak close enough to climax, Rhea pulled away and gave her wife a final spank that echoed in the cabin.
At three, she was tied to the large lounge chair in the corner of the room, Rhea grinding against her for the better part of ten minutes while Paige leaned her head back and accepted every kiss and grab to her ass and chest while losing herself to the moment. Paige encouraged her wife to use her until the finish line, but her dirty words fell on deaf ears when Rhea silenced her with a finger and denied herself orgasm once again.
At four, Paige admittedly needed a snack and to use the bathroom. Although the trip to the back of the cabin told her she was ready enough to take on a football team’s worth of Rheas, she was relegated to the dining table, where a peanut butter sandwich and a banana awaited her. She had to eat with the blindfold on because she couldn’t very well eat while gagged, now could she? Yet it also meant that for the rest of the hour, Paige had to sit at the table, nothing except the sounds of Rhea playing cards again to keep her company.
Would you fuckingfuckme, damnit?
Paige hated how much this was turning her on. Any other day, she would be so over this by now. Yet the safe word – or signal – never left her. She wanted to know how long this could go on and what else Rhea had up her short sleeves. The woman could nonchalantly play more solitaire than anyone had before, but Paige knew her patient wife wasdyinginside.She wants this as much as I do.Paige wanted it so badly that she began stimulating herself against the table, one hand curiously creeping between her own thighs.
Rhea caught this quickly, and while admonishing her wife, tied her hands behind her back and pulled the chair far enough away from the table that Paige washelplesswith her sexually charged body that begged to be acknowledged. By anything. Human. Object. It was becoming all the same to her.
At five, the mood changed again. Rhea asked Paige if she needed anything for the hour. Paige promptly said, “I need you between my legs before dinner. We’re having dinner, right?”
She almost worried that Rhea hadn’t heard her, because it took too long to hear a response. Then, “I’ll be having something for dinner. Don’t know about you.”
A few minutes later, Paige was untied from the chair and led down the hallway. She was soon in the darkened bedroom, where she was tossed onto the bed, hands tied behind her back.
The door slammed shut. Rhea arranged Paige on the bed to her satisfaction before sticking in a pair of earbuds and lying right beside her.
“I think you’ll like this one.” Rhea whispered that right in Paige’s ear – or at least she would have if something wasn’t already there. “I spent the better part of an hour picking out the perfect one to torture you.”
Paige knew it would be porn, but she wasn’t prepared for the intense moans of a woman in the throes of ecstasy that soon hit her brain.
Damn you.This was whatsheshould sound like. At the very least, Paige was overdue making another woman cry out like the faceless lady now overtaking her imagination. As her body strained against her linen clothing, Rhea sat up on the bed, dropping her phone on the nightstand and pulling open Paige’s nearest leg.
That separation of her thighs was almost enough to make Paige moan as loudly as the woman in her ears. She had no idea what was happening to the actress with the voice of a siren. Nor did it matter, when her erotic fantasies filled in the gaps. Because what happened to her must be what soon happened to Paige, whose shorts came off thanks to Rhea’s grip in the dark.
Paige knew something good was coming her way, but she didn’t anticipate her wife’s tongue directly on her clit so soon.
“Ah,fuck!” Paige soon couldn’t hear the actress in her head over her own moans of coasting satisfaction.
This was it. This was what she had wanted all week, and now that she had it? She knew it wouldn’t last!
Yet Rhea took it farther than her wife anticipated.She’s not going to actually let me come, is she?Even if she did, Paige wasn’t worried about lacking the ability to go again. Maybe even right away. Whatever Rhea wanted? She could have!
Tell me I taste like dessert. Tell me you can’t get enough of it.Paige wanted her ego inflated like she wanted more of Rhea’s tongue in her pussy.Try to tell me but find yourself under your own gag order because you can’t get enough.Paige forewent more thoughts. It was either that or scream senseless obscenities because Rhea’s tongue had gone wherever it dared.
Paige no longer heard the voice in her head. She no longer thought about the context of the situation she found herself in. She wasn’t the pawn in her wife’s game of chess. She was the queen, and some other piece had come to take her off the board.
Take me somewhere. Anywhere.
She was right on the cusp of climax. Rhea must have known. Of course, she knew. How long had they been married again?I am the opposite of rocket science when it comes to sex…Rhea was the bigger enigma. Something Paige had always envied until now.
“Please…” Paige knew it was hopeless when her wife stopped giving her oral pleasure and instead kissed the length of her leg. “A little more.”
