Nothing but a Fling: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“I’m fine,” Vanessa as

sured her. Totally fine. Megan could leave her like this all night.

Apparently satisfied, Megan reached over and squeezed one of Vanessa’s nipples and Vanessa groaned with pleasure.

“The safe word is cappuccino,” Megan said, still rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Repeat it so I know you’re listening.”

Vanessa got her lips working.

“Cappuccino,” she gasped.

“Good girl.”

Megan released the nipple and got up.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, and without waiting for an answer, left the bedroom.

Vanessa watched her go, confused, tantalized, anticipatory. She was loving how vulnerable she was, fastened to the bed like this. Yet she was also loving how safe she felt.

After a couple of minutes, Megan returned, holding a glass of white wine in one hand. She took a seat in a chair by the bedroom window, crossed her legs and started sipping her wine, like a woman who had all the time in the world. Vanessa watched her. Megan’s long legs, encased in those hot power trousers, were so sexy, Vanessa just wanted to run her hands along the fabric of the pants before eventually unbuttoning them and then sloooowly pulling down the zipper. Meanwhile, Megan was simply allowing her eyes to roam Vanessa’s body as she drank unhurriedly.

“I don’t know where to start with you,” Megan finally said, after another sip of wine. “You have no idea how wet I’m getting having you like this.” She put her wine down and got up to come sit on the edge of the bed. She took hold of Vanessa’s nipple again and Vanessa groaned as a mild pressure was applied to it.

“I bet so many women come into your shop wishing they could have you tied up in their beds,” Megan said, increasing the pressure on Vanessa’s nipple. “But they can’t have you. Tell me why they can’t have you.”

“Because I’m yours,” Vanessa said.

“Do you like being at my mercy?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Megan cocked an eyebrow. Vanessa thrilled at seeing a flash of domination flit through Megan’s eyes.

“Answer the fucking question.”

“Yes, I like being at your mercy.”

“Good, because tonight feels like my birthday came early, and I plan on enjoying the fuck out of this.”

Vanessa, her body feeling electric, suspected she was going to enjoy the fuck out of this too.

Megan smirked and then said, “You are going to come so much, baby.”

***

Megan hadn’t been kidding about Vanessa coming so much.

Currently, Vanessa was recovering from her fifth orgasm. Her still-bound form was trembling, her eyes were still closed and she was still nowhere close to catching her breath as her center continued throbbing, pushing out more of her arousal, adding to what was becoming a quite large wet spot on the sheets.

This particular climax had been the result of Megan’s specialty: a slow-burn orgasm which Megan had stoked inside Vanessa’s center until Megan—and only Megan—decided to let it explode, causing Vanessa to forget anything else existed in the world, yelling out with high-decibel screams as the waves of pleasure tore through her, writhing against the restraints fastening her to the bed. After what felt like an eternity, her body finally stilled and Vanessa managed to open her eyes to locate her lover, finding her sitting at that small table again, nonchalantly drinking some more wine and flipping through a magazine, of all things. After a moment, Megan looked up to see Vanessa staring at her.

“Has that one run its course?” Megan asked.

Vanessa nodded. Boy, did it run its course.

“Good,” Megan said, putting down her wine glass. She came back to the bed, sitting by Vanessa’s side. At this point in the night, all Vanessa wanted was to taste Megan. She knew the other woman must be soaked between her legs by now; in fact, she could smell it, and it was making Vanessa feel primal.

Megan took a glance at Vanessa’s legs.