by Logan Tyler
One long finger danced back and forth, teasing out the moisture, while the other hand rolled the wheel across her inner thigh. “Open your legs for me, baby,” Melissa directed.
Sarah slowly spread her thighs, welcoming Melissa’s deliberate touch. She wiggled, and Melissa knew that each spike of the wheel was setting her nerve endings on fire. Each movement caused Sarah’s sex to pulse as more honey dripped from inside. Melissa knew that each new wave of pleasure, mixed with just the right amount of discomfort, was pressing Sarah deeper into an ocean of need.
As the wheel trailed across the top of Sarah’s thigh, Melissa could vividly see each indentation pressed into her skin and she was rather impressed that Sarah has lasted this long without opening her eyes.
Sarah continued to squirm and wiggle with every notch of the wheel. The closer that Melissa got to her center, the more she shivered and squirmed with anticipation. The spikes were no longer on her thigh but was now traveling, excruciatingly slowly, across the fullest of her mound. It was so close, but so far from where Melissa knew Sarah wanted her to touch her the most.
“How much longer please, baby? I can’t take much more. Fuck me already,” Sarah moaned as her legs trembled struggling to stay spread for her love.
“Oh, are you sure that’s what you want, love?” Melissa questioned inching closer to Sarah’s swollen wet lips.
“I’m sure. I’m sooo sure,” Sarah whimpered, wrapping her hands around the scarf. She pulled on it tightly, knowing the metal headboard wouldn’t break or bend no matter how much she squirmed. Melissa smiled at her struggle. It was one of the reasons why they’d chosen this bed together in the first place.
Despite Sarah’s begging and struggling, Melissa crept the wheel upwards. She shifted her weight, allowing herself to hover over her girlfriend. At the same time, she pushed the cool metal above Sarah’s mound and onto the delicate skin of her belly, creating goosebumps around her navel. Melissa took her time in drawing slow circles around and around Sarah’s belly button allowing her brat to wither beneath her.
“You’re torturing me,” Sarah cried softly, sounding as desperate now as she had earlier when being strapped. Sarah shifted her hips, in a vain attempt to persuade Melissa to continue her ministrations. “Please, just fuck me!”
Melissa chuckled softly. “I’m not so sure you deserve it, darling. Besides, this is much more fun,” Melissa taunted, running the wheel back and forth across Sarah’s belly again. “Or are you ready to give up our little game?”
Sarah groaned but scrunched her nose and her eyes tighter. “Never! Oh, God, Melissa. If you don’t… don’t do something, I’m going to explode.”
“Are you now, my little brat,” Melissa chided. “Maybe I’m being a little to easy on you.” Melissa punctuated her sentence by deliberately pressing her index finger between Sarah’s inner lips, rubbing and teasing them as she did. She brushed her finger, making a circular pattern around Sarah’s hardened clit; around, then dipping down, gathering wetness, and trailing it back up again. After a moment the wheel stopped, but Melissa’s fingers did not.
Melissa’s empty hand now spread Sarah’s lower lips, putting her on full display. Melissa leaned in closer, blowing cool air along her opening, “Is this where you want me?”
Sarah withered in response, scrunching her nose again and breathing heavily. “Please. Yes, Melissa. Please.”
Melissa didn’t respond verbally, but rather moved her mouth closer to Sarah’s opening and used her tongue to continue to stimulate Sarah’s bud. Her index finger was still circling the top of Sarah’s lips, but her tongue took a different path as she started to quickly flick it back and forth below her finger.
Sarah started to rock with the motion, trying to guide Melissa to that perfect spot, without the use of her hands. They were still bound tightly over her head as she pulled and twisted the scarf that held them strong. “Please, Mel, please,” she begged, panting between words.
Melissa tilted her head slightly, before pressing deeper. Her tongue now danced between the lips and into the opening, flicking back and forth at a steady beat. When Sarah started to squirm, Melissa abandoned the finger technique and focused solely on her tongue.
“God! Oh, God! Right, oh, love, ahhhh,” Sarah called out as the waves of pleasure continued to make her squirm and wiggle. Her hands pulled harder on the restraints before Sarah arched her back, pressing forward as if trying to push herself deeper into Melissa’s mouth.
“Yes!” Sarah cried, continuing to rock, writhe, and moan as waves crested.
Melissa focused on her task. Quicker now, with the pressure rising, it was hard and fast, warm and inviting. It was incredible. Harder. Melissa was pressed into Sarah’s center, her hot breath making Sarah moan in need.
“Oh, Melissa! I have too… I’m going to... Oh, God...!” Sarah cried out as the wave finally overcame her. She bucked, raising herself up and off the bed as her back arched before she slowly settled back down on the mattress.
Melissa also pulled back, smiling slightly as Sarah convulsed, and squirmed as the tremors lessened. She could still sense her breathing, though the beads of sweat from their excursions making them both undoubtedly feel hot and sticky.
Melissa watched Sarah’s body continued to relax. Her arms released the tension on the scarf as it fell flat. Sarah’s lower lips were pulsing, and Melissa knew that the endorphins that were flooding her system were washing over her like a warm, fuzzy blanket. The peaceful expression on Sarah’s face was alluring and it made Melissa think of nothing but wanting to do it again.
Melissa shifted, moving up next to Sarah and then briefly met her lips. At the touch, Sarah opened her eyes, finding deep-blue eyes returning her smile.
Melissa smile slowly turned into a smirk. “You almost made it, you know.”
“Made it?” Sarah asked wrinkling her brow in confusion. “Oh? Oh… seriously?”
Melissa chuckled. “8 minutes…almost 9, but still 8.”
“You can’t be serious.” Sarah squirmed. “Come on, Mel. Please? I’m still sore. Isn’t almost good enough?”
“When is almost ever good enough? Besides you were eager to play earlier.”
Sarah’s lip fell into a pout.
Melissa chuckled again, leaning in and kissing the protruding lip. “How about we make a deal?”
“What kinda deal?” Sarah asked suspiciously.
“I’ll release you, and forgo the canning, on two conditions.”
“Okay,” Sarah drew out.
“One, we switch positions and you fuck me hard enough to make me forget about it.”
Sarah smiled at that.
“And no, you don’t get to use the scarf.”
Sarah’s smile fell back into a pout. “That’s hardly changing positions then.”
“Brat, don’t you want to hear the second condition?”
“Maybe.”
Melissa smiled and kissed her again. “Such a brat. Makes the second condition easy. Okay, second thing is that in the morning, you ask me to warm you up, a little reminder spanking if you will.”
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Sarah’s mouth dropped open. “So, I can either take four cane strokes tonight or fuck you senseless and get a spanking in the morning? I really get to choose?”
“We could go with all three options,” Melissa teased.
Sarah chewed her lip for a moment, thinking that all three might not actually be such a bad thing, but really didn’t want to be caned on top of her already sore behind. Even with just four, she knew Melissa would make them count. “Okay, then I’ll take option two, on one condition.”
“Making demands now, little brat?”
Sarah smiled before kissing the end of Melissa's nose. “Yep. I still get to use the scarf, but I won’t bind you with it.”
“Oh?”
Sarah nodded innocently giving Melissa a smirk. “Trust me.”
Melissa rolled her eyes and pinched Sarah’s thigh. “Okay. Go for it,” she concede
d.
Sarah grinned widely. “Will you please untie me now?”
Waiting for Melissa to free her, she then switched places with her. With her partner now on her back, Sarah took the scarf and gently wrapped it around her lover’s eyes. “I learned something with my eyes closed,” Sarah explained as she tied it off. “Everything is more sensitive,” she added, her voice dropping an octave.
“Is it?” Melissa asked. “Then, I’m looking forward to trying.”
“That’s my girl,” Sarah teased before her hands traveled down Melissa’s body. She paused for a few seconds, playing with her breasts, sucking Melissa’s perfect pink nipple into her mouth.
Melissa’s lips pinched together in pleasure containing her quiet moan as Sarah swirled the hardened tissue around with her tongue, nipping it simultaneously. Her other hand danced down to Melissa’s stomach, making its way to her wet folds. Sarah’s fingers teased lightly as they trailed along Melissa’s slit. Her own body was becoming excited once more at the feeling of the wetness she found there.
Melissa moaned, reaching for Sarah’s hair and pulling it just enough to get her attention. “Don’t tease. I’m too close for you to tease,” she threatened.
Releasing Melissa’s nipple with an audible pop, Sarah assured, “Yes ma’am. No more teasing.” She shimmied down Melissa’s firm body, situating herself directly between Melissa’s legs, which she’d widely spread, inviting Sarah closer.
Without hesitation, Sarah placed her mouth over Melissa’s inner folds, running her tongue between her lips, and tasting the woman’s sweetness. Sarah wrapped her arms around Melissa’s strong hips and held her close as she sucked her clit, drawing it into her mouth. Once there, she then began to hum, building Melissa’s pleasure with the vibrations she was creating.
Melissa pushed her body into Sarah’s mouth wriggling about. Sarah redoubled the sucking and was now teasing the bottom of Melissa’s bud with her tongue as well. Above her, she spotted Melissa’s white-knuckle grip on the headboard. Between her position, with her body tense and her eyes hidden beneath the scarf, she somehow looked more alluring than usual. The look made her beautiful, yet somehow erotic as if she were hiding a dirty little secret. That thought encouraged Sarah even more.
Sarah moved one hand down, situating her thumb between Melissa’s cheeks. She began to rub her rosebud at the same speed she was flicking her tongue across Melissa’s sensitive clit.
Melissa’s hands had left the headboard and were back in Sarah’s hair, holding so tightly it was painful. She was to the point of begging now. “Sarah, so help me God if you want to sit tomorr-” she abruptly stopped, moaning loudly as Sarah pressed into her rosebud.
Another lashing of Sarah’s tongue was enough to start the cascade of waves from Melissa’s pussy which quickly spread to every part of her body. Every muscle tensed. Sarah had her at her mercy, as she continued to press and suck all the while her body was exploding.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bell.”
Sarah grinned around the flesh in her mouth as she continued to tease every ounce of pleasure from her girlfriend’s twitching body. Finally, Melissa’s body fell limp to the bed and she went back to breathing normally.
Melissa, without hesitation, pulled the cover from her eyes. She dropped it to the floor and tugged on Sarah, guiding her up the bed into her loving arms. She bent her head, meeting pouty lips for a slow loving kiss.
“You wore me out,” Sarah murmured snuggling into her girlfriend’s still nude body.
Melissa shook with laughter answering, “You wore me out too.” Melissa reached down and pulled a blanket over the both of them. “And you were right. That scarf makes things a bit more interesting.”
“You should listen to me more often,” Sarah quipped.
“You are a brat, but I still love you.”
“Love you more,” Sarah replied with the grin of a Cheshire cat. “So, does that mean I can get a little more creative?”
“Perhaps, after all, there are more senses to explore.” Melissa smiled back, before pulling Sarah into another long and breath-stealing kiss.
Part Two: Sunday
It was fully light outside when Sarah again opened her eyes. A quick glance at her phone confirmed it was just after seven and she groaned at the idea of getting up so early on Sunday morning. Sarah rolled over in bed, only to wince as her backside pressed against the mattress. Not that she was really surprised, but she’d almost forgotten that she’d been punished before all the exquisite love-making. She then turned her head, only to frown as she realized that the bed next to her was empty. Melissa was already up and moving, a rare occurrence on a Sunday when they both didn’t have to work.
Sarah rolled out of bed, stretched and then found a nightshirt to slip over her naked form. With a yawn, she padded out to the kitchen where she finally found her girlfriend sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading the very book she’d confiscated from Sarah the night before.
Melissa spotted her and looked up from the book to give her a welcoming smile. “Good morning.”
“You’re reading my book,” Sarah couldn’t help pointing out the obvious.
Melissa rolled her eyes and closed the book before scooting her chair back. Moments later, Sarah found herself in her girlfriend’s lap, where she was given a kiss and a rather nice cuddle.
“You’re in a good mood,” Sarah commented.
“I slept like the dead. Didn’t you?”
“I always have trouble sleeping on my tummy,” Sarah pouted, squirming a bit as her naked cheeks came in contact with Melissa’s fuzzy PJ pants.
“Ah,” Melissa nodded. “Perhaps a nap later then,” she teased before kissing Sarah again and letting her curl up, tucking her head under Melissa’s chin. “Hungry, Sarahbell?”
“I’m not fully awake yet,” Sarah mumbled, enjoying the moment and closing her eyes.
“Do you want to go back to bed?”
“No.”
“Okay. So, you’re just going to sit here in my lap all day?”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Sarah said, smiling at the thought.
“Brat.”
It was then Sarah’s turn to chuckle. “Well, it’s not a half-bad idea. And it’s not like I can do anything else today. You stole my book and I can’t even watch TV.”
“Ah, it’s like that, is it?”
Sarah shrugged, and Melissa tapped her hip signaling for her to get up. As Sarah slid off into a standing position, Melissa took her hands and waited until their eyes met. “Are you not done making trouble yet?”
Sarah’s lip quivered, but she nodded her head. “I’m done with the trouble.”
“Good, then don’t you have something to ask me?”
“What, like can I have my book back?”
“Do you need to spend some time in the corner?”
Sarah sighed and shook her head. “No.”
“Alright then, enough of the snark. I can tell you’re a bit cranky and maybe not all the way awake yet, so I’ll give you a little time. Sit down, you’ll feel better after some breakfast and coffee.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Just coffee then. Sit down, Sarah Annabelle.”
Sarah let out a huff but knew an order when she heard it. She turned and slid into her usual seat with a wince and a wiggle as she shifted on her still sore behind. Her shirt was too short, and it rode up, making her bare legs connect with the hard-wooden chair. They stuck just enough to make her uncomfortable.
“Why can’t we get cushions for these things,” she mumbled as Melissa put a cup of steaming caramel-colored liquid in front of her. She’d already added the cream and the sugar, just the way she knew Sarah liked it
The thought should have warmed Sarah, but she still was feeling a little grumpy. Maybe she should just go back to bed, or at least somewhere quiet before she got into true trouble.
With a sigh, she took a sip. It was good, and just sweet enough to make the morning slightly
more tolerable. The next few minutes ticked by in silence. Sarah sipped on her coffee and Melissa had switched from the smut-book to the Sunday crossword.
As Sarah sat and sipped her coffee, however, the pressure on her bottom became more and more uncomfortable. Not being able to take it anymore, she found herself growling as she sat her cup down. Without words she marched into the living room, plucking a small pillow from the couch. She then stomped back into the kitchen, placing the pillow on the kitchen chair, and carefully held it in place as she sat.
Melissa’s eyes watched her with every move. The paper crinkled as Melissa sat it down on the table, but Sarah didn’t look at her. She only picked up the cup of coffee again and took a long sip.
“You know better, Sarah Annabelle. Go take it back to the living room right now.” Melissa’s voice was firm and meaningful. Sarah, however, chose to ignore it. It was stupid. She could sit on the couch but not put a pillow on the chair!
“Sarah Annabelle Hayes. I’m not going to repeat myself again. Go put it back right now.”
Sarah’s bottom lip protruded in a pout as she risked a glance at her partner. Seeing her eyes narrowed dangerously, she went back to studying the wood grain but made up her mind. She was not going to put the stupid pillow back!
Melissa sighed. She stood and took hold of Sarah’s arm. She pulled her up from the chair as she lectured, “I told you twice to do something. I don’t appreciate having to repeat myself.”
Melissa didn’t push her over the table as Sarah expected. Instead, she led her from the kitchen and back toward the living room. Sarah was face first over the back of the couch before she even knew what was happening. She felt the cool air of the room hit her bare cheeks when her nightshirt was pushed up over her back. “Melissa! What are you doing?” she stammered out nervously trying to wriggle herself into a less vulnerable position.
