I didn't say anything else.
"Please," she said. "I'm half in love with a straight girl. That's half too much. I can't do more. We need to talk about this."
I stared her down. She looked away first. I considered it a victory. "You're an idiot. Get out of my cube. I'll think about it. For now, leave me alone."
She got up slowly and left.
* * *
I avoided Alex for a week. She texted me over the weekend and suggested I come over to pick up my things. I ignored her. She tried calling twice over the following few days and stopped by my desk twice the following week. I sent her away.
Finally the following Friday I stopped by her desk. "May I pick up my things tonight?"
"Melissa."
"Yes or no. Will you be home?"
"Yes."
"Thank you." I turned around and left.
I left work early and drove straight to her house, using the key she had given me to get in. I snooped through her toys and her closet, pulling several things out. Then I set the stage.
Coming Home
(Alex)I was tired and worn out when I got home. I missed Melissa. I couldn't believe I let myself fall for a straight girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I missed her.
I parked and walked in the house, stopping dead when I got in the entrance. In front of the door, far enough away I wouldn't knock it over when I entered, was one of my end tables. There was a large, red candle lit on it. The candle wasn't one of mine. Under the candle was a hand-written note.
"What the fuck?"
I grabbed the note.
"I lied."
That's all it said.
"Melissa?" I called.
I didn't hear any response. I threw my coat over the sofa and looked around. None of the lights were on, but my other end table was in the hallway leading to the bedrooms with a another red candle burning on it. There was another note with the candle.
"Melissa?"
I walked over and slid the note out. "The first kiss I enjoyed was with that girl. You know how that turned out."
There was another candle on the floor to my bedroom with another note. I picked up the candle and read the note. "The next kiss I enjoyed was the one you gave me."
"Melissa? What the fuck?"
I stepped into the bedroom. There were candles everywhere. Melissa was tied up spread eagled on the bed wearing the head harness and gag. She was looking at me.
"What the fuck? I told you I can't do this." She looked by her side. There was another note.
"Damn it, Melissa, this isn't funny." I walked over and began untying her. She started complaining immediately and her eyes kept glancing at the note. "Fine. I'll read the note first."
"Alexandra. I'm not straight. Don't you get it? I'm strong, intelligent, and attractive, and I love when you dominate me. Don't you want me? I'm right here. Your slave. Melissa."
I stared at her then read the notes again. She was watching me. I looked at the restraints she used. I stared at her.
"Are you messing with me?"
She shook her head.
I looked around the room. There were lit candles on every surface. No other notes. I looked back at Melissa lying on the bed, staring up at me.
"You are so hot," I told her. "The things I want to do to you." She squirmed a little. "Do you like that idea?"
She nodded.
I crawled up on the bed next to her, lying down facing her, my head resting in my palm. With my other hand I began caressing her.
"Do you want me to untie you?"
She shook her head.
"Remove the gag?"
She shook her head.
"Tease you mercilessly?"
She nodded.
I smiled and slid one finger down her skin, running across her tummy, then flattened my hand and slid my palm against her skin until my fingers were laced in the fur between her legs. "Is this what you want?"
She nodded.
"Or maybe this." I let my hand rest on her vulva."
She nodded.
I began to tap my fingers against the outside of her vulva, just tapping slowly. She began to squirm. I let my fingers part her and began tapping against her clitoris. She jumped.
"Is this what you want?" She nodded. "I suppose you want me to make love to you?" Nod and a gasp into her gag as I gently pinched her clitoris. I continued to tease her with my hand. "There's just one problem, sweetie."
"Mmmm?"
"You've been naughty."
She shook her head.
"Oh yes, you were very naughty. You called me names."
"Mmmm."
"And you snooped through my things."
"Mmmmm!"
I slipped two fingers inside of her and she squirmed.
"You played with my toys without permission."
I slid my fingers in and out of her. Watching her squirm was getting me more worked up.
"You need to be punished for that. Giving you an orgasm would be rewarding you." I pulled my fingers out of her.
She turned to look at me, her brow furrowed. "Mmmm."
"Honey," I said. "I need to know you're here for me, not for the kinky sex." She turned away. "Honey, are you here for me?"
She turned back and nodded.
I reached up and unbuckled the gag, slowly pulling it from her mouth. I pulled her face to me and leaned in for a kiss, a long, slow, sweet, gentle kiss. We both closed our eyes, and I savored it. I pulled away and leaned back.
"Alexandra, please take me. You can punish me later. Please take me."
I smiled. "So impatient." I kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue between her lips to tease her mouth. She sucked, trying to inhale me.
My fingers worked there way back between her legs, slowly. She watched my face. As soon as I began teasing her clitoris, she arched her back, squirming, and said, "Yes! Please, yes!"
I thrust two fingers inside her vagina, teasing her G-spot for a moment, then froze. She squirmed against my hand. I rode with it, not giving her extra pleasure. She turned to face me. "What are you doing?"
"Are you just here for the night, or are you staying?"
"Staying."
I flicked her clitoris with my thumb. She jumped and smiled. I teased her for a minute or two, giving her what she wanted. She grew increasingly frantic.
"Who is in control, Melissa?"
"You are, Alexandra!" She arched her back and squirmed, trying to hurry the process along.
"Honey," I told her. "You may not come before I give you permission."
"Oh god!" She squirmed. I spent a few seconds teasing her clitoris and rubbing my fingers against her G-spot. "Oh please! Oh please!"
"Melissa, I need to know. Are you mine?"
"Yes. Please, let me come."
"Forever?"
"Yes! Stop teasing!"
"All right." I pulled my hand away from her.
"Alexandra! Oh god!" She looked at me in panic.
"Are you my slave?" I asked her quietly. "If I give you an orgasm, that means you are my slave. Yes?"
"Yes! Please, finish me!"
I immediately slipped my fingers inside her again, then used the other hand to more deftly tease her engorged and needing clitoris.
"Tell me you're my slave, Melissa."
"I am your slave, Alexandra!"
I smiled. "Yes, you are. If you keep saying it, you may come." I got serious with my hands.
She started screaming, "Yes! Your slave! Your slave! Your slave!"
The shudders started. I felt her vagina contract against my fingers as I pressed against her G-spot. I felt a spasm, then another, and through it all she kept declaring herself as my slave, over and over, as the spasms wracked through her body.
Then she collapsed and fell silent, but her vagina was still clenched around my fingers, and she gave a shudder every few seconds. I stilled the fingers on her clitoris but continued to press against her G-spot, drawing out the orgasm, until finally the muscles fel
l still.
I withdrew my fingers slowly and whispered in her ear, "Mine."
Renewed (Melissa)I couldn't talk.
I stared numbly as Alex untied me from the bed. She climbed onto the bed and pulled me into her arms. I clutched at her. She pet my hair while holding me. We lied in bed like that for several minutes. She was still fully dressed from work, and I wanted to feel her skin, but my emotions were all over the place.
I continued to clutch at her.
"Mine," she said after a while.
"Yes," I replied.
She kissed my forehead.
I'm not sure how long we lied like that. Eventually I looked up at her. She was smiling at me, a soft, gentle smile. "I don't know how to please you," I told her.
"Are you really staying?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Moving in?"
"Am I invited?" She nodded. "Then yes."
"As my slave?" It was my turn to nod. "I need to hear you say it, Melissa."
"I am your slave, Alexandra."
She lifted my chin and kissed me.
"There are rules."
I smiled. "I know the rules."
"There are more rules. You must remain strong and intelligent. No pretending to agree with me if you don't."
I smiled. "I like that rule."
She kissed me again. "We'll figure out the rest as we go. Right now I just want to hold you, but I'm wearing too many clothes."
"I liked being taken by you while you were still in your office clothes," I told her. "It was sexy."
She set me back in the pillows and climbed off the bed. She stripped down to her undies, hanging her clothes up, then crawled back onto the bed with me and pulled me back into her arms. We cuddled.
"Are you really staying?" she asked.
"Yes."
She squeezed tighter.
We cuddled and murmured at each other for a while. "We need to eat," Alexandra said eventually. "I don't know what we have. I've sort of been numb for the last week and a half."
"We'll find something," I told her.
We threw on bathrobes and moved to the kitchen. I rummaged through the refrigerator, freezer and pantry. There wasn't anything fresh. The refrigerator needed cleaning. I ended up making some pasta with a chicken pesto sauce and canned green beans. It was what we had.
The entire time I was cooking, Alex hovered near me, touching me as much as she could. It felt nice. I could tell she was troubled though. I finally turned to her and melted into her arms. She kissed me as I wrapped my arms around her neck.
After the kiss she looked into my eyes. "I am having trouble believing this is real," she said.
"I know," I told her.
We talked about it while we ate. Then she said, "We'll need to find a different balance than before."
"Yes," I said. "One with a lot more sex."
She laughed. "One that you won't grow to resent."
After dinner we cleaned up together. Alexandra kept touching me. I liked it. I liked the attention. She helped me clean up then pulled me into her arms.
"I want you."
"You have me," I replied.
"I want you. On your knees in the bedroom. Right now."
I pulled from her arms and almost ran to the bedroom, dropping to my knees facing the door. She was only a few seconds behind me.
"Good girl," she said, smiling. "Take off the robe."
I slipped it from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind me. She walked around me, running a finger along my shoulders. I shivered. "Is this what you want, Melissa?"
"Yes, Alexandra."
"To be on your knees in front of me?"
"Yes."
"To belong to me?"
"Yes."
"Forever?"
"Yes."
Standing behind me, she leaned over me and whispered in my ear. "Eyes straight ahead. Do not move. If you disobey, you won't get another orgasm tonight."
"Yes, Alexandra."
I picked a spot, the intersection of the door molding and the baseboards, and stared at it.
I listened as Alex moved to the closet then came back. She knelt down behind me. "Spread your legs but remain kneeling. Hands on the top of your head with the fingers laced." I complied obediently.
Reaching around behind me, she wrapped a rope around my waist several times and tied it off. Then she wrapped it around one leg, passing her hand through my crotch. I jumped when she brushed me. She giggled in my ear. By the time she was done, she'd wrapped both legs, passing through my crotch several times.
"Do you know what I'm doing?"
"No."
"You'll see." She grabbed one of my wrists. "The other hand stays where it is." She wrapped a second rope around my wrist several times, then pulled it down to my side and tied it off to the rope around my waist. She used a third rope to secure my other arm. Then she worked with the ropes, first around my arms just below my elbow, then above the elbow, binding my arms tightly to my sides. When I was done, I could move my fingers, but my arms were securely bound.
Alex stood up, moved around in front of me, then sat down in front of me. "The first rope was to give me something to tie to. Tying it the way I did, it won't slip around." She paused. "You are allowed to look."
I looked down. I was trussed very well.
"And you know I love when you struggle."
We smiled at each other.
Then she stood up. "Stand up." She steadied me as I climbed to my feet. Once I was steady, she grabbed the rope across my chest and used it like a handle to pull me after her. She pulled me towards the door, then spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. She followed me, pressing her body against mine and kissing me.
I moaned as she slid her tongue into my mouth, invading me.
She stepped away and pulled me away from the wall, spun me around again, and pushed me onto the bed, following after me.
"Mine," she said before attacking my mouth again. She lied on top of me as she kissed me. I loved feeling her body against mine. I struggled briefly against the ropes. She pulled away and smiled.
Then she slid off me. I watched as she collected another rope and wrapped it around my left ankle. She bent my leg as far as it would go, then wrapped the rope around my thigh and ankle several times, forcing my leg to remain bent. She tied it off. Soon she had the right leg trussed the same as the left.
"Can you feel yourself growing increasingly submissive the more I tie you?" she asked.
"Yes." I hadn't thought about it, but the more helpless I became, the more I felt like I was hers. "Please don't stop."
"Oh, I have a lot of lost time to make up for, Slave." She looked me up and down. "You make me hungry."
Then she slid off the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling me so that my butt was right at the edge of the bed with her kneeling between my legs. She positioned my feet so they were resting on her shoulders, my legs bent severely. She kissed the insides of my things, first one thigh, then the other, each kiss getting closer and closer to the middle. I squirmed as she got closer and closer.
Then she reached the middle, her mouth over my vulva, the labia still closed to her. She sucked at me with her mouth and I felt myself open to her. Her lips from my clitoris and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Oh god!"
She pulled her mouth away. "The more I make you squirm, the more submissive you become, Melissa." Then she began using her tongue, and I couldn't stop squirming.
"Mine," she growled.
"Yours," I whimpered.
She began using her hands and her lips and her tongue, and I became lost in the sensations, helpless, vulnerable, and completely hers.
My passion grew as her tongue invaded me, slipping into my moist vagina, teasing me, then sliding back out and running up and down my slit.
"You taste so sweet," she said. "So lovely."
She spent a long time teasing me, driving me closer and closer to climax.
"Do you want to come, Sl
ave?"
"Yes, Alexandra." I whimpered and squirmed, trying to thrust myself into her.
She brought me to the edge, then held me there, teasing me, before she said, "Come, Slave. Come now!"
And obediently, I did, the spasms and shudders slamming through me, her mouth and fingers continuing to tease me until the orgasm passed.
Then, gently, she eased me more fully onto the bed before climbing on top of me, my legs still tied and spread. "This is what you taste like," she said, lowering her mouth to mine. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I could taste myself on her. It was sweet and musky and wonderful.
She slid off me and untied my legs.
"I don't want you to let me go," I told her.
"I'm not," she said. "Just your legs." Then she was back on the bed and pulling me into a cuddle, wrapping the blankets over us. She held me for a while, and I basked in the afterglow.
"Alexandra," I said after a while.
"Yes, Melissa?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"You don't know what I am thanking you for."
"I presume the glow that's filling your body right now."
I laughed. "You're only the second person to give me an orgasm."
"Oh." She hugged me.
"I'm the other one."
"Oh," she said in a different tone. "Wow."
We cuddled for a while. She spent most of the time caressing me, her fingers touching me. Then her hands grew more insistent.
"If you untie me," I told her. "Isn't it your turn?"
She laughed. "Oh, definitely my turn, but you won't need your hands."
She was right. I didn't.
About the author:
Julia P. Lynde lives and works in the American mid-west.
Julia is older than most of the characters in her books. She has blue eyes and grey hair. She enjoys hiking in the mountains (difficult to do in the mid-west) and hosting dinner parties.
Julia can be reached via email as [email protected].
Julia's other works include:
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