by Amy Storm
Olivia held out a hand beckoning Melanie to join her. Melanie looked sexy with her black boy shorts that contrasted with her white satin bra, strong yet feminine. That was Melanie, strong and confident on the outside, but soft and passionate on the inside. She liked that Melanie was unpredictable and spontaneous. She didn’t spend time fussing over her looks or outfit, not that she ever needed to.
She wrapped her hands around Melanie’s waist and pulled her between her legs. She kissed Melanie’s stomach and reached up to release her bra letting it slide down her well-defined arms. Olivia worked out and tried to maintain her figure, which was hard given the major sweet-tooth she had, but Melanie was all lean muscle. She ran her fingers along Melanie’s biceps and trailed down to her firm abdominal muscles. This was the body of someone who worked out, but wasn’t obsessed about it.
Olivia cradled Melanie’s breasts and ran her tongue over a nipple feeling it harden beneath her touch. Melanie’s fingers ran through her hair urging her on. Olivia teased the other one with her teeth and lips.
“Why don’t you lie back and get more comfortable?” Melanie asked.
Olivia pushed herself back on the bed and looked to see where Melanie had gone. She found her bending down over her jeans to pull something out of the back pocket. Melanie turned and Olivia saw the handcuffs.
“Haven’t I behaved?” Olivia asked.
“Yes, which is why you deserve special treatment.”
“Please tell me you have the key for those things. The last thing I need is to have the fire department here cutting those damn things off of me.”
“Don’t you trust me?” Melanie asked.
“Yes, but…”
“But nothing, don’t worry.” Melanie ran the handcuffs over Olivia’s stomach and the cool metal made her jump. “Slide up towards the headboard, so I have something to fasten you to.”
Olivia swallowed hard and sighed, but she slid further up in the bed. “We could skip all this, you know?”
“What would be the fun in that? Relax and let me take care of you.”
Olivia winced as the first cuff snapped shut across her right wrist. She had never experienced a panic attack, but she imagined it would feel something like this. This was all fun and games, and Melanie would stop if she told her to, but it was the trust issue that was making her nervous. She never gave anyone her complete trust, just bits and pieces, enough to get through whatever situation she was in. Melanie tugged her arms up over her head and weaved the other end of the cuffs through the headboard. She felt her left arm being pulled up, and then the other cuff clicked as it locked her left wrist in place.
“That should do it. You’re my prisoner now.”
Melanie straddled her, and Olivia could feel Melanie’s damp underwear dragging across her skin. She wiggled around and pulled on the cuffs, half for show and half fighting her anxiousness.
“What’s this?” Melanie asked.
Olivia followed Melanie’s gaze to her night stand beside the bed. “Shit.”
Melanie bent forward and picked up the black sleep mask and pulled it over her face positioning it over her eyes. “We can definitely use this too.”
Olivia pulled at the handcuffs as Melanie bent forward and stretched the mask over her eyes leaving her in complete darkness. Olivia felt helpless and powerless, but turned on at the same time. She felt Melanie’s body move and shift to the side causing the bed to dip down beside her. She strained her ears to listen, not sure what to expect next. She felt Melanie’s hair drag across her nipples and she arched her back. The long strands tickled her like thousands of tiny feathers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Next, there were teeth applying a gentle, but firm pressure on her left nipple. She pulled on the handcuffs again, but these were not cheap plastic handcuffs that would break under pressure. Fingertips rolling her right nipple was the next thing she felt.
Olivia licked her lips and focused on her nipples being nibbled and felt Melanie straddling her thigh. At some point Melanie must have taken off her panties as Olivia could feel her warm flesh against her skin. She bent her knee raising her thigh higher pushing firm against Melanie. It was hell not being able to reach out and touch her, but that was the purpose. There would be plenty of time for that later. Melanie kissed her way up her chest and neck until Olivia felt her lips against hers. She felt Melanie’s pelvis sliding up her abdomen letting Olivia know Melanie was as aroused as she was.
“This would be a lot more interesting for you if you released me, you know?” Olivia said.
“Who said this isn’t interesting? I’m having fun, and I know you are.”
Olivia felt Melanie sliding down, her knees moving further, her kisses moving further down. Fingertips along her inner thighs tickled her, but there wasn’t much she could do with her wrists cuffed. Even though she was blindfolded, she shut her eyes out of habit waiting to feel what was coming next. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt Melanie’s tongue against her and she heard soft moans. She pulled against the cuffs, but it was useless, wasted energy. She didn’t want to get away, she wanted to touch Melanie. Her fingers needed something to hold. She managed to grab the headboard piece the cuffs were linked around, and she held on digging her heels into the mattress.
Melanie planted delicate kisses against her clit. Olivia used her imagination to visualize what was going on. She felt it and it felt wonderful, her senses heightened because she couldn’t see what was happening, but she wanted to see. She wanted to see Melanie and not one of the many other countless women who had been in the same position before.
Olivia felt the soft lips and the tongue against her clit, and this was different. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t some fling looking to get off fast. It was someone she loved and who loved her back. Melanie wanted to please her and satisfy her, and she had all the time in the world. She felt Melanie’s fingers digging into her hips and ass as she increased the pressure of lapping her with her tongue. It was a slow build up, but it made Olivia want it even more.
She heard the covers rustle and she felt Melanie get up and walk away from the bed. The floor creaked where the loose board in the hallway was. She knew Melanie had left the room.
“Where did you go?”
Olivia listened, but Melanie didn’t answer. She pulled at the handcuffs. She wondered if Melanie had changed her mind and left her there. She laid still trying to listen for any sign of where Melanie was and what she was doing. It sounded like Melanie was going through her bag.
“Melanie, hun, what are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in a second. I just have to get something first.”
“What?”
“Calm down. Okay, here it is.”
Olivia heard footsteps coming down the hallway avoiding the squeaky board this time. There was the sound of something being placed on the night stand beside her.
“Is this something we should talk about first? I trust you and all, but this isn’t fair.”
“Oh, you won’t mind this. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re begging for it.”
“Please tell me a picture of me like this won’t end up on your wall? That wasn’t your camera you put down was it?”
“Damn, I didn’t think of that, but no. This would definitely make a beautiful picture, but I’m too selfish to share you with anyone. Maybe a quick pic just for me wouldn’t be a bad idea though.”
“Melanie, you wouldn’t?”
Olivia felt the edge of the bed dip down as Melanie crawled onto it. “Umm, but I thought you knew me so well.”
She felt something cold against her thigh for a brief moment. If she had to guess, it felt like metal. Adrenaline rushed through her body, but not the kind that comes from fear, the kind that comes from anticipating the unknown.
“What was that?”
“Something you want.”
Melanie’s knees pressed against her hips as she straddled her again. Her palms on the bed above Olivia’s shoulders supported her
. Stiff nipples dragged across her breasts and chest. Melanie’s hair fell around her face tickling her forehead.
“I have you, what more could I possibly want?” Olivia said.
“You’re a sweet talker, Ms. Olivia Porter.”
Melanie kissed her, and Olivia kissed her back with slow and gentle longing. It was painful torture not being able to see her or touch her, but that didn’t change the fact that there was nowhere else she would rather be. Melanie moved further up and Olivia licked the nipple pressed against her lips. She sucked it between her lips and drew it across her teeth.
“Oh, fuck,” Melanie whispered from somewhere above Olivia’s head.
The headboard creaked from the force of her pulling against it and from the rocking of Melanie grinding against her anywhere and everywhere she made contact. Olivia arched her back and raised her pelvis giving Melanie something to work with. They kissed each other hungry for more and not able to get enough.
“I almost forgot,” Melanie said as she skimmed her fingertips up the inside of Olivia’s elbows meeting on her left wrist within the cuff. Olivia heard a click, then Melanie drew her wrist to her supple lips to kiss where the handcuff had been. Olivia’s arm was sore from being in that position for so long above her head. She let if fall to the bed beside her. Another click and another kiss from Melanie, and both her wrists were free. There was a loud clank of metal as the cuffs fell to the floor.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were going to let me out of those things.”
“Of course, I was. I had to go get the key out of my bag, but when I got back I was a little…distracted, so it’s really your fault.”
“What about the blindfold?” Olivia asked.
“That’s up to you.” Melanie kissed the side of Olivia’s neck leaving a trail down to her chest and back up to bite her chin.
Olivia slid the sleep mask off, putting it back in its place on the night stand. She wrapped her arms around Melanie feeling the aching in her upper arms as she did so.
“Well that didn’t take you long to think about,” Melanie said looking up at her.
“I wanted to see you.”
Olivia stared into Melanie’s eyes as she slipped her right hand down between them past Melanie’s stomach. She didn’t stop until she found the source of the wetness she felt on her stomach. Melanie’s eyes fluttered shut as the teasing began and widened her thighs further. Olivia stroked Melanie’s clit with her fingers up and down going against the gentle rocking of Melanie’s hips.
Melanie worked her hand down alongside Olivia’s arm and past her hand until she found Olivia’s sweet spot. Olivia matched Melanie’s rhythm and intensity, spurred on by the sensation of Melanie’s fingers and the panting in her ear. She felt Melanie’s heart pound against her chest as her breathing increased.
“I’m so close, don’t stop,” Melanie cried in desperation.
Olivia pushed through the soreness and burning in her forearms and circled Melanie’s clit the way she knew she liked it. Melanie withdrew her hand from Olivia as she focused on the mounting pressure within her.
“Oh, yes, yes.”
Melanie rested her head on Olivia’s shoulder. Olivia felt her hold her breath as her orgasm rushed through her.
Olivia kissed the top of Melanie’s head and stroked her back. Melanie lifted her head and kissed Olivia while rolling to her side. Olivia felt Melanie’s hand against her again. She opened her legs and Melanie pinned the right one between hers. Olivia ran her fingers through Melanie’s hair while kissing her deep. The pressure, the pace, and having Melanie in her bed culminated in an intense release.
Olivia reached down tugging the extra blanket at the foot of the bed up around them as she pulled Melanie into her. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” Melanie said.
***
Olivia awakened to moonlight peering through the curtains. She opened her eyes and smiled seeing Melanie lying beside her. The moment was perfect, and she was in love. She closed her eyes and remembered the nightmare that had pulled her from deep sleep. It had been so real it caused her to wake up in a cold sweat. She had dreamed about the way she found her parents. She had helped so many people with their issues, why couldn’t she figure out who killed her parents?
She rubbed her eyes pushing the negative thoughts from her mind. Melanie made a sweet little sigh and turned over away from her. She kissed Melanie’s shoulder and eased out from under the blanket.
Olivia made coffee and returned to the bedroom to find Melanie still sleeping. She felt her life was changing for the better. She had a great career, a wonderful girlfriend, and a new take on life. If only she could close the gap between her past and the future that gnawed away at her, it would be perfect. There were a lot of unanswered questions about her past, but at least now she had Melanie and Mary by her side.
She entered the closet shutting the door behind her. The box with her parents’ files sat perched on the shelf where she had left it the day before. The closest thing to the truth was in that box teasing her. She was in a better place today than the despair she felt yesterday, and maybe that would be enough to look at the evidence from a fresh perspective. She placed her coffee mug on top of a shoe box on the floor, and retrieved the evidence box.
With her eyes shut, she opened the lid and cleared the preconceived thoughts from her consciousness. With a deep breath in and then out, she opened her eyes and found the legal pad with her notes from yesterday on top. The scribbled questions jumped out at her. Personal? Emotional? Those two questions got her into the zone.
What else would drive someone to murder? The mattress squeaked, but she didn’t hear Melanie get up. She smiled and took a sip of her coffee. Love, that’s what else would push someone over the edge. She knew she would do anything for Melanie. She wrote Love on the legal pad followed by a question mark. Underneath that she wrote Mom.
Her mother loved her father, there was no question in her mind about that. Besides, her mom was busy cleaning and cooking while her father worked. She never left the house unless it was to run errands or go shopping. She drew a line through Mom and on the next line wrote Dad.
Her father was a hard worker and worked late nights to provide for their family. He sold life insurance, the irony of which wasn’t lost on Olivia. There was no one she could recall that he could have had an affair with. After trying hard to think back to all those years ago, she still came up empty-handed. Frustrated, she buried her head in her hands. Doubt about her father’s faithfulness took hold in the dark recesses of her brain. Just because she couldn’t remember, didn’t mean there wasn’t someone who caused him to stray from his wife…her mother.
On top of the pile left in the box was a folder containing all the crime scene photos. Its placement in the box near the top was a reminder for Olivia to look at them. So many times, she had bypassed the folder relying on her own memory of the scene embedded in her psyche. After another sip of coffee, she opened the folder and saw the close-up of her parents. Behind that one, were photos of the fatal gunshot wounds. Those first few photos were the toughest to look at making it hard for her to move beyond them. A few minutes passed and she flipped them over stacking them in a pile on the floor beside her.
She studied each photo in succession until she reached the last few ones that focused on the living room where her parents were shot. A folder much like the one in her hands caught her attention. Why didn’t I notice that before? Her coffee cup fell over as she dug down through the box. Lucky for her, she had finished the coffee earlier. At the bottom of the box, she found the evidence list of everything cataloged at the scene. The only mention of a folder belonged to an eighty-five-year-old man who was one of her father’s clients. Despair returned again upon the realization that it didn’t belong to a spurned lover.
She sat on her heels gathering the scattered papers and documents on the floor surrounding her. The picture with the folder was the last thing remaining to be boxed up and put away. It
was the first new discovery she had in years. A shocking realization materialized as she stared at the folder with tunnel vision.
The soft morning sunlight filtered through the bottom of the door. After putting the box away and changing into a pair of clothes, Olivia took one last look at Melanie still asleep. Would one more lie be worth it? She couldn’t leave without writing a note for Melanie. There was no way she could tell Melanie the truth about where she was going. Full of guilt, she scribbled a note, Went out to get breakfast. See you soon. I Love You!
***
Once inside her car, she looked up the information she needed and entered the address into Blue. It didn’t take long to reach her destination, or at least it didn’t seem like it. She was too absorbed in what she would say when she approached Carla Swonder, her father’s secretary.
Olivia sat in her car watching the front desk through the large window at the front of the nursing home. There was very little activity and only one woman who sat at the desk answering the phone. She pulled her hair up shoving it beneath a baseball cap and put on her sunglasses. When the woman disappeared, Olivia entered making her way past the desk and grabbed a visitor pass without interruption.
The room numbers went up the further she walked down the hallway. At the end of that hallway, a sign pointed her in the right direction. Three more doors stood between her and the woman that she suspected was responsible for her parents’ deaths.
Outside the door she paused, debating whether to turn around and leave. No one had saw her yet. She was disguised enough not to be detected by any video cameras, and she made sure to not look up to find any. The hallway smelled as bad as she had imagined it would and the lighting casted a depressing hue. Her hand reached for the handle and it opened with a small squeak of the hinges.
Carla Swonder had her own room and was sleeping as Olivia stood over her. She remembered that Mrs. Swonder was older than her father and was very fond of him. That look in Mrs. Swonder’s eyes when she looked at her father was not appreciation, which had been Olivia’s teenage interpretation. It was love.
