by Sacchi Green
Darla staked out a free corner for them, set down her rope bag, and steered Shawn into a sitting position on an unused bondage table.
“It wasn’t a whim,” Shawn said immediately, obviously needing to get the statement off her chest. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for years, it’s just that it upset Andi so much every time I brought it up. It threatened her masculinity to picture me doing it, I think.”
Darla couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at that. “You’ve been the girliest of the girly girls for years, but the whole time you were wishing you could cut your hair short and switch to pants?”
“A lot of that time. Yes.”
Darla blinked a few times. Shawn and Andi had been together for what seemed like forever, and she tried to imagine how stifling that must have felt. She could understand the skepticism Shawn faced, too, at least on some level. She’d had versions of this conversation herself when she’d tried to explain that she didn’t want to bottom anymore. She’d been brought into the scene as a bottom, and by the time she figured out the lay of the land enough to think she might want to top, she’d been entrenched in a relationship and the roles that came with it.
And she knew how touchy people could be about shifting roles. Years ago, Darla had naively believed that coming out as a lesbian would put an end to agonizing conversations about her sexual identity, but in fact those moments had marked a beginning. Ever since, it seemed she’d been struggling to figure out and articulate more about what she wanted to do and how she wanted to do it, and to negotiate with partners about whether what she wanted was okay.
Shawn cleared her throat, obviously still concerned about Darla’s reaction to her recent shift. “People keep telling me I should have started smaller, that cutting off my hair is too drastic, but I didn’t want to creep up on it. I wanted to do it. I’ve been craving the freedom.”
Darla had no trouble understanding this. “Some changes can’t be made halfway.”
Shawn met this with a vigorous nod. “Exactly.”
The moment stretched, and Darla became painfully aware that she’d placed Shawn on a bondage table. Her body had never stopped reacting to Shawn as a sexy butch. She had to know a little more. Darla bit her lip. “How about your kink role?” she asked.
Shawn’s face fell. “I can’t tie you up, baby. I don’t think I’m a top.” She sighed. “It would be so much easier if I were, but I don’t think I want to switch.”
Unconsciously, Darla began to bounce on the balls of her feet, lifting her stiletto heels off the ground. Before she considered her actions, she leaned in and brushed her mouth against Shawn’s.
The slightly chapped lips she encountered surprised her, but the jolt she felt didn’t. It was hard to imagine anyone more attractive than Shawn at this very moment, full of pent-up masculine energy she’d been dying to express, hard lines and raw possibilities.
Shawn touched her fingers to her face after Darla pulled away. “What was that for?”
“I want you.”
Her eyebrow climbed. “Really?”
Darla unzipped her rope bag. “Hell, yeah. My ex-girlfriend didn’t like the idea of bottoming for me because it threatened her masculinity. I’ve got a feeling that’s not going to bother you.” She pulled out a coiled length of hemp and unfurled it with a practiced flick of her wrist. “Do you want to play?”
Shawn didn’t challenge Darla’s switch at all, instead licking her lips as her eyes followed the motions of Darla’s hands.
A sense of beauty and power filled Darla, making her notice the way her manicured red nails slid between the strands that made up the hemp, the way her white jasmine perfume contrasted with the rope’s aura of hard, heavy work. Shawn’s eyes were what made her see herself this way, the lustful awe in them reflecting the image that Darla most wanted to embody. Exhilaration quickened her pulse. This was the way that only a hot butch could make her feel—seen, recognized, opposed in the sexiest way.
She tried to give it all back to Shawn, to show her how the sight of her tight, muscular strength from across the room had made her want to trap that energy for her own pleasure. Darla tossed one end of the rope onto the table beside Shawn and cocked her head to one side.
“If I agree to bottom, does that make you think I’m still a femme deep down? Because that’s what some people have said.” Shawn laughed a little. “I guess maybe it does threaten my masculinity.”
Darla clambered onto the table beside her. She wanted to start tying so badly her fingers itched. “Are you going to feel like a femme deep down after I tie you up and get lipstick prints all over every one of these sexy muscles of yours?” Darla touched the tip of her fingernail to the firm flesh of Shawn’s upper arm and pushed just hard enough to give the gesture a little sting. “Are you going to feel like a femme deep down after I make sure you can’t move at all and then rub my pussy up and down your thigh until my lacy panties can’t stop you from feeling how wet I am for your cock?” She dipped her head toward Shawn’s ear, making sure her dark, silky hair brushed the butch’s cheek. “How about after I make you tell me how hard you are for me, over and over, then spank you for all the naughty things you admit you want to do?”
“Jesus.” Shawn gripped Darla’s arms, squeezing tightly enough to show off the strength in her hands. “You know how to make me want you, baby.”
Darla pulled back so their eyes could meet. Shawn’s eyes flashed with satisfaction that Darla recognized. They had entered each other’s worlds. Between them, there could be no more questions. Darla accepted Shawn’s vision of herself, and vice versa. She reached for the rope. “Play with me? Please?”
“God, yes.”
“Good,” Darla purred. She had practiced so much at home, afraid of embarrassing herself if she did manage to find a butch who would bottom for her, that it was second nature to flip Shawn onto her stomach and secure her hands behind her back. The other woman twisted her head to watch Darla straddle her ass, her eyes wide.
Darla picked up on her nervousness and stroked the side of Shawn’s face. “It’s all the same,” she said. “You know the drill, the party safewords. You know me.”
“Nothing is the same at all.”
Darla’s lips curved. Shawn had a point. She emphasized it by yanking her black shirt over her head, revealing the red leather bra underneath. It wasn’t only Shawn who had changed. She felt stronger, too, more centered in her identity as a femme top than she had ever been when she’d tried to play the polite submissive.
“Maybe it’s not the same,” Darla said. “You used to be such a good girl for Andi, but that wasn’t the real you, was it?”
Shawn shook her head.
“So what is the real you? Do you just let a woman tie you up? Or do you flex those muscles and put up a fight?”
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, Darla.”
Darla reached behind herself and administered a quick, hard smack to the back of Shawn’s thigh, grinning at the way it startled the woman beneath her. “What the hell?” Shawn said.
“You’re being a naughty butch. That’s why I have to tie you up. I have to protect myself from your dangerous desires.”
“My dangerous desires? You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do.” Darla supported herself by placing one hand on Shawn’s shoulder and maneuvered herself off the table so she could stand beside Shawn. With quick, decisive twists and tucks, she secured Shawn’s ankles to each other with a double-column tie, then bent down to whisper in her play partner’s ear again. “I wouldn’t be safe if you were free.”
Shawn was starting to get into the way Darla was playing. The muscles in one arm twitched, and a second later she began to wriggle and struggle on the table. “You’re not keeping that sweet little pussy away from me. I’m going to take it.”
If Darla hadn’t needed to keep the scene going, she could have just stood back and watched those muscles rippling. Her cunt pulsed. She’d wanted it just like this for
so long—had wanted to feel the rush of having a powerful, unbreakable butch under her control.
She wanted to put a chest harness on Shawn, too, to give herself a handle to use to haul her butch around, and to watch the rope shift in time to the heaving of her lungs. Darla briefly berated herself for tying Shawn’s hands before wrapping rope around her chest, knowing that would complicate matters. On the other hand, she knew she had to cut herself some slack for her first real scene as a top. She couldn’t expect to do everything perfectly her first time out, and what really mattered was keeping the scene hot for both of them.
She placed a hand on the back of Shawn’s neck, gripping there as if she were handling a baby lion. “I need you to flip over for me,” Darla said. “I’m going to show you how to do some nice cuddling.”
“I don’t want to cuddle,” Shawn snarled. “I want to tear that bra off with my teeth.”
Darla grinned. She wanted that, too, but it was so much fun to pretend she didn’t. She made a clucking noise with her tongue. “See, this is why I need to get more rope on you. Flip over.”
Shawn growled, but rolled onto her back. Darla touched the side of her arm, marveling at the way the tie held her taut, her muscles half-flexed. She picked out a new length of rope and helped Shawn sit up, her legs stretched out in front of her, the ankles pulled together. “I’ll bet you want to see my nipples,” Darla said.
“Oh god.”
“Yeah, I thought so. If you behave yourself and let me put a harness on you, I’ll let you see them. If you’re really good, I might let you suck them. What do you think?”
“I think this had better not be a trick.”
“Oh, it’s not a trick at all,” Darla said coyly. “I want you to see my nipples, I just have to make sure I’m safe when I show them to you.”
“I’m going to suck them until you forget all about the ropes. Then I’m going to break free and show you how hard you’ve been getting me.” The fire in Shawn’s voice took Darla’s breath away. She loved seeing Shawn crazy to get loose from the ropes and fuck her.
She bit the top of Shawn’s ear as she fumbled with the beginning of the harness, using her teeth to warn the other woman to hold still. Darla built up rope around Shawn’s chest, threading it under her arms, thrilled by every incidental touch that happened in the process.
When Darla was tied up, meditative peace usually settled over her. That wasn’t happening now at all. With every additional bit of rope she added, the tension between the two of them tautened. Sexual energy vibrated in every shift of the rope, transferring from her body to Shawn’s and back again.
“Where are those nipples?” Shawn growled.
Darla tightened the grip of her teeth to remind them both who was in charge, then ran some rope through the harness and attached it to a ring at the head of the table. Leashed to the table, hands tied behind her back, ankles hobbled, Shawn wouldn’t be able to do much that Darla didn’t allow. None of these ties made her seem weak, though. Like a big cat in a cage, Shawn exuded a sense of prowling menace that thrilled Darla to the core. She wanted to play with her restrained butch, dizzy from desire and the risk of approaching Shawn’s ever more obvious lust.
Darla stepped away from the table, out of Shawn’s range. There, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, easing the cups down to reveal her tightened nipples. “You want to lick these, right?” Head pounding from the rush of exposing herself to Shawn’s appreciative gaze, Darla let the bra fall, then ran her hands down her sides, squeezing the soft flesh of her belly and toying with the zipper that would release her miniskirt.
“That’s it, baby,” Shawn said. “You bring that over here for me.”
“You want to feel how wet my pussy is, don’t you?”
“Quit teasing and I’ll show you.”
“I’m not teasing,” Darla protested innocently. “I’m being careful.” She freed herself from the miniskirt and slowly came toward where Shawn sat. Keeping a wary eye on the ties, Darla straddled Shawn’s legs and inched her chest toward Shawn’s mouth.
“I’m going to make those nipples feel so good,” Shawn crooned. “Just a little closer.”
Darla grinned, moving to the very edge of where she thought Shawn could reach. Shawn stretched her tongue forward, the tip of it forming a trembling point as she strained to reach Darla’s left nipple.
Giving in slightly, anxious to feel that touch, Darla closed the gap between her chest and Shawn’s mouth, groaning at the rough wetness of Shawn’s first lick. The pressure that had been building since Darla laid eyes on Shawn erupted at this contact. Darla needed to release it, and she reached around Shawn’s body to the back of her harness and tugged her backward until she came off the nipple, leaving her mouth free for Darla’s kiss.
Darla wanted to eat Shawn, to put a mark on her. This time, she didn’t content herself with a subtle touch of lip to lip. She pulled at the harness with both hands to make Shawn feel how she’d trapped her, and staked her claim with a hungry, wide-open mouth. Shawn growled into the kiss and brought her thighs up, pushing hard against Darla’s ass. The force made Darla slip out of position and fall directly onto Shawn’s crotch, her pussy pressed against the bulge that Shawn had packed into her tight leather pants.
“Mmmm.” Shawn broke free of the kiss, and the hard strength in her eyes made Darla feel as if she dangled on the edge of something far bigger than she could handle. “Do you like that? You want to feel how hard I am for you?” She bucked her hips, managing to shift them both despite her restraints.
Darla shrieked and clung to the harness for balance, her head spinning.
“Give me those nipples,” Shawn said. “You promised.”
Darla nearly obeyed, the submissive in her well-trained. Then she remembered her new role and dipped her head beside Shawn’s for a moment, desperate to control her breathing and regain her ability to think straight. “You’re so dangerous,” she whispered in Shawn’s ear. “I think I need to use more rope.”
Shawn cursed. “I need to fuck you.” She nipped at Darla’s throat, and Darla wanted her so badly that she very nearly abandoned her role as top. Her pussy tingled against Shawn’s leather-covered crotch.
She pulled herself away before Shawn could tempt her to give in completely. “Those naughty teeth!” Darla said. “We’re going to have to see what else we can do here.”
She jumped away from her play partner again and attached a line to Shawn’s ankles, then anchored that beneath the table. Tugging gently, Darla pulled Shawn’s legs down the surface until she lay straight and flat, stretched between the rope connected to her harness and the new attachment that Darla had just made. “Are your hands okay tied behind your back?” she asked. “Not too much pressure on your wrists?”
“You know where the pressure is,” Shawn said.
“Yeah, I do.” Darla formed her best wicked smile and tapped a finger against her clit. “Now that I’m sure you’ll behave, I’m ready to take care of it.”
Once more, she climbed onto Shawn, who struggled beneath her. “Take out my dick,” she ordered, but Darla grinned and ignored the request.
“Such a strong, sexy butch,” Darla said, running a finger along Shawn’s pulsing biceps. “Let’s see how wet I’ve gotten.” She rubbed her panty-covered crotch along Shawn’s thigh, squeezing her legs around the hard, straining muscle she found there. A few more firm passes, and her panties slipped to one side, placing Darla’s clit and labia in direct contact with Shawn’s leather pants. The trail of arousal she left down the front of Shawn’s thigh glistened in the dim light of the party. “Ooh,” Darla said, running a finger through it. “See what I’ve got?”
She waved her cunt-scented fingertip under Shawn’s nose, but deftly avoided her partner’s efforts to suck it.
“I don’t trust those naughty teeth of yours,” Darla said.
“Baby, you’re killing me. I need your pussy.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to put it right on
your dick.” Darla maneuvered her crotch onto Shawn’s bulge and rocked until she found the best spot to settle. “See? You’ve got it. I’m just going to make myself come with this hard, hot body of yours.”
She began to move, savoring the feeling of Shawn straining but constrained between her thighs. The scene had worked Darla up so much that she could have come the moment she began to rub against Shawn’s package, but she forced herself to slow down. Making eye contact with Shawn, she began to rub and tweak her nipples while ostentatiously pleasing herself.
“You are going to let me fuck you,” Shawn panted, but she sounded close to orgasm herself by now. Darla grinned and circled her hips, noticing how her grinding seemed to hit the spot for Shawn as well.
Shawn joined the rhythm despite remaining encased in leather and rope. Darla teased a little more. “I’ll do what I want,” she said. “I know how big and tough you normally are, but I’ve got you all tied up now, so I’ll be the one calling the shots.”
Groaning, Shawn let out a string of curses, all while rocking her hips so hard she nearly unseated Darla. “I’ll get free when your back is turned, and then you won’t be able to play cute with me anymore. I’ll show you what I’ve got for you, baby, and you’re going to love it.”
Shawn’s threats were too much for Darla. Throwing her head back, she let the orgasm come. Shawn continued to grind through her spasms, never letting her forget the heat of the woman beneath her. When Darla could, she brought her gaze back to Shawn’s face.
The other woman had squeezed her eyes closed, and a fine layer of sweat made her skin shine. She grunted and panted with the effort of fighting the ropes and Darla’s weight, and she looked magnificent. Feeling renewed awe at Shawn’s transformation from high femme to powerful butch, Darla watched her claw her way to orgasm.
Darla leaned forward and grabbed Shawn’s earlobe, pinching, reminding her of the control she’d been exerting. With that harsh guidance, she led her partner the last bit of the way. Shawn gritted her teeth and growled as her climax struck, pressing her crotch up toward Darla’s pussy in a trembling frenzy.
