Lindsey’s lips parted, a gust of air escaping them. Camilla had her tied up and at her mercy, yet she offered Lindsey this small act of submission. It paled in comparison to Lindsey’s submission. But it filled Lindsey with a desire so insatiable that she felt like she was drowning.
Her Mistress kissed her way up Lindsey’s thigh, grabbed onto Lindsey’s ass cheeks, and drew her mouth over Lindsey’s lower lips. Camilla’s lip brushed the side of Lindsey’s clit, drawing a sharp hiss from her. With the blindfold keeping Lindsey in darkness, Camilla’s every touch was unexpected.
“You can come whenever you want,” Camilla said. “I’ll be much too busy to give you permission.” She swept her hand all the way up Lindsey’s leg. “Just enjoy it.”
Before Lindsey could say so much as a “Yes, Mistress,” Camilla’s mouth was between her thighs. She rolled her tongue over Lindsey’s folds, from outside to inside, every stroke getting closer and closer to Lindsey’s aching bud. Lindsey bit her lip, anticipation growing inside her.
Camilla ran her tongue down to Lindsey’s entrance and dipped it inside. Lindsey’s thighs quivered. This slow torture was too much. And the thought of her Mistress on her knees, toying with her restrained body, inflamed her even more.
Finally, Camilla slid her tongue up to Lindsey’s clit. Lindsey let out a long, low moan, her muscles growing slack. If she didn’t have the cross to hold her up, she would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor.
Camilla worked her mouth between Lindsey’s legs, her tongue swirling and her lips sucking. A faint murmur arose from Camilla. The sound vibrated deep into Lindsey’s core.
Lindsey trembled. “Mistress!”
One more stroke of Camilla’s tongue was all it took to make Lindsey come apart. Her head tipped back as she let out a cry that echoed through the playroom.
When Lindsey stilled, Camilla stood up and crushed her lips against Lindsey’s. She lifted the blindfold from Lindsey’s eyes. Lindsey had been so lost in ecstasy that she’d forgotten she was even wearing it.
“I’m going to untie you now, okay?” Camilla said.
“Yes, Mistress.”
One by one, Camilla unfastened each of the cuffs from the cross, but she didn’t remove them from Lindsey’s wrists and ankles. She drew Lindsey onto the bed and enveloped her with her arms.
“How are you doing?” Camilla pushed Lindsey’s auburn locks out of her face. “Is there anything you need?”
“Mistress,” Lindsey said. “The only thing I need right now is you.”
She placed her hand on the side of her Mistress’s neck and brought her lips to Camilla’s. The kiss grew hungrier, more demanding. Lindsey’s hands roamed Camilla’s body, taking in every part of her with her fingertips. The curve of her cheekbones. The arc of her neck. The dip of her waist, and the mountain of her hip. The soft skin of her inner thighs.
Camilla’s breath hitched.
“Mistress,” Lindsey said. “May I?”
“Yes,” Camilla said. “You can have me. Slowly.”
Slowly. Lindsey withdrew her hand and shifted down Camilla’s body. She dragged her lips down her Mistress’s neck and along her collarbone. A gentle rumble rose from Camilla’s chest. Lindsey kissed her way along her Mistress’s full breasts and tongued her pebbled peak. Camilla’s chest arched up from the bed, pressing herself harder into Lindsey’s mouth.
Her lips still on Camilla’s nipples, Lindsey snaked her hand down Camilla’s stomach, all the way to where her thighs met. Camilla spread them out wide. Lindsey slid her fingers into Camilla’s slit. It felt slick and warm under her fingertips.
But what Lindsey really wanted was to taste her again. She crawled all the way down her Mistress’s body and parted Camilla’s lips with her fingertips. She dipped her head down and licked her all over. Her petal-like folds. Her silky entrance. Her tiny, hidden bud. Lindsey got lost between her Mistress’s legs, worshiping the treasure that lay within.
Camilla moaned, her hand falling down to the back of Lindsey’s head gently. This wasn’t like last time, when Camilla had been firmly in control. This time, Camilla yielded to Lindsey. Sure, Camilla wasn’t bound and blindfolded. But Lindsey knew that for her Mistress, this was almost the same thing.
“Oh, Lindsey.” Camilla threaded her fingers through Lindsey’s hair, holding on tightly. “I’m so close.”
Lindsey continued, using everything she could to ravish her Mistress like her Mistress had done to her moments ago. It wasn’t long before Camilla let out a gasp, her body quaking as an orgasm took her.
Minutes later, the two of them lay side by side on the bed, totally spent. Lindsey closed her eyes, mumbling wordlessly. She was on another plane, one where nothing existed outside her, and Camilla, and this luxurious bed.
“Lindsey?” Camilla’s voice cut through the stillness of the room.
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
Something fluttered in Lindsey’s chest. When she’d said those words to Camilla, she hadn’t expected Camilla to say them back. Just knowing Camilla felt something for her was enough. But hearing her Mistress say those three little words made Lindsey happier than she could have ever imagined.