Before I know it, I’m tied up and helpless beneath her. My legs spread even more, wanting her to fuck me.
She sits back and examines her work. She smiles, pleased with herself.
“Now I’ve got you just where I want you,” she says.
She leans down and kisses down my neck and over my chest. Her hands reach up and start to fondle my breasts. I let out a moan.
She presses herself more against me. She begins to suck on one of my nipples. She uses her hand to squeeze and fondle the other.
The sensation is incredible. She’s still denying me my release. She isn’t even near my pussy. I arch my back and try to grind my hips against her, but she doesn’t give in.
I begin to feel an ache in between my legs as I wait for her to get me off. I feel the pleasure running through me, but I’m also becoming more frustrated, wanting a release.
She walks that line expertly. My frustration is only making what I do get even better.
She continues this for a bit more before sitting up. She runs her hands up and down my sides.
“Are you sure you want it?” She asks.
I nod. “Yes,” I say. “I want it so badly.”
“Well, who am I to deny you pleasure?” She asks with a devilish grin. “But I think we should even the score first.”
She stands up and begins to strip. She puts on a little show for me, going slowly and sexily.
When she finishes stripping off the last of her clothing, she leans back down to kiss me.
I barely get a chance to appreciate how beautiful she is in the nude before she hooks her fingers around the waistband of my underwear and slowly begins to pull them down.
Twelve
Rafaela
I pull down her panties, wanting to give her at least a little satisfaction before I begin to play with her again.
Even though this started out as just insurance, I am enjoying this. As much as I hate to admit it, this is really getting me going.
I know this is all for a stupid bet, but I don’t think I’ve had a sub that takes to all of this so easily. Heather is putty in my hands. That’s for sure.
But still, I might be putty in hers too. We match up together so well.
I don’t know that many songs or poems are written about lesbian BDSM, but if there are, they would be about this.
I pull down her underwear and discard it off the side of the bed. Without being told to, Heather spreads her legs for me. It gives me a good look at her totally exposed and tied up on my bed.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely soaked right now.
I want to completely ravish her right now, but I have to take it slow. I want to tease her and play with her for longer. It will make the release at the end that much sweeter.
I kiss her. She kisses me back eagerly.
While she’s distracted with the kiss, I slip a finger into her. She moans into the kiss as I do so.
She’s so wet that I’m not met with much resistance. I pump my finger in and out slowly. I curl it up, being sure to press on her g-spot as I go. A happy gasp tells me that I’ve found it.
I continue to work on her, getting her closer to orgasm. She lewdly thrusts her hips against my hand. I add more fingers in response.
I smile as she gets more into it. She isn’t thinking. She’s just feeling. That’s how I like the girls I fuck to be.