She pulled Mel up off the couch and guided her to an open space in front of a large mirror on the wall. Vanessa grabbed the hem of Mel’s blouse and drew it up over her head, then tugged Mel’s skirt down to the floor. Vanessa ran her fingers over the cups of Mel’s lacy, purple bra. “These were my first gift to you.” A light smile crossed Vanessa’s lips. “I love seeing you in things that are mine.”
That was the reaction Mel had been hoping for when she had chosen to wear that set of lingerie. Vanessa didn’t need to tell her what to wear, or what to do anymore. Mel co
uld anticipate Vanessa’s every impulse without her speaking a word. But she still delighted in following Vanessa’s orders. And she loved the satisfaction that her obedience gave the other woman.
“As lovely as you look in this, it’s in my way,” Vanessa said. She stripped Mel’s bra from her body. “Stay right there.”
Mel watched in the mirror as Vanessa strode over to the table and opened up a large leather bag that was sitting on top of it. She pulled out several coils of thick, red rope. All up, it was enough to truss up Mel’s body from head to toe several times over.
Vanessa returned to her side. “Close your eyes for me. Keep them shut until I tell you to open them. And put your hands behind your back.”
Mel obeyed. Vanessa folded Mel’s arms against her back, one forearm on top of the other. She wound the rope around the length of Mel’s arms in a series of loops and knots. Mel wriggled her arms. She couldn’t move them at all. Mel was no stranger to restraints by now, but this was a far higher level of immobilization. Her pulse quickened.
“Are you all right, my pet?”
“Yes, Vanessa.” Mel’s nerves were more out of excitement than anxiety.
Vanessa kissed Mel on the back of her shoulder. “This will take a while. Try to relax. You’ll enjoy it more if you do.”
As Vanessa wound the ropes around Mel’s torso, she focused her senses on everything around her. The pressure of the soft rope on her skin, tight, but not constricting. Vanessa’s hands and fingers on her chest and back. Everywhere Vanessa touched left a faint tingling behind. It was almost sensual. By the time Vanessa was done, Mel felt light and serene.
“Open your eyes,” Vanessa said.
Mel looked at herself in the mirror. The red rope crisscrossed over her chest and shoulders and around her breasts. Underneath her bound arms, her back was a mirror image of her front. A length of rope dangled from the center of her chest.
“It’s shibari. Japanese rope bondage. Some consider it an art,” Vanessa said. “You make a perfect canvas.”
“It’s beautiful.” Mel turned to each side, admiring the snug rope harness that Vanessa had created.
“It is. And very hard to master. It can be dangerous if you do it wrong. But do it right, and the possibilities are endless.” Vanessa picked up the rope attached to Mel’s chest and pulled on it gently. As Mel tipped toward her, she planted a long, lingering kiss on Mel’s lips. Using the rope like a leash, she led Mel up to the bed. Then she pressed her hand into the center of Mel’s chest and pushed her backward onto it.
Mel tumbled down onto the bed. She shifted onto her side, taking the weight off her arms, and watched Vanessa pull off her blouse and shimmy out of her skirt. The sight of Vanessa’s body, out of reach of Mel’s bound hands, made Mel hunger for her even more.
“Close your eyes,” Vanessa said. “And don’t move.”
Once again, Mel closed her eyes and lay there in silence, tied up and waiting for Vanessa. She could hear Vanessa rifling around in the bag again. There was a soft thud as something fell to the table, followed by some sounds that Mel didn’t recognize. Just when the temptation to peek became too much, she heard Vanessa’s footsteps on the plush carpet coming toward her. Vanessa climbed onto the bed and straddled Mel’s body. She felt something hard and cool against her stomach.
“Open your eyes,” Vanessa said.
Mel opened her eyes. Vanessa was kneeling over her, naked, her pale red nipples standing up on her ivory breasts. And extending out from between her legs was a smooth, black strap-on.
Before this moment, Mel had never understood the appeal of strap-ons. But seeing Vanessa kneeling above her, the ebony cock contrasting against Vanessa’s milky white skin, made Mel throb between her thighs. Nervous anticipation welled up inside her. Somehow, the incongruity between the phallic strap-on and Vanessa’s feminine curves made it even hotter.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take it very, very slow. When I’m through with you, you’ll be more than ready for me.” Vanessa’s words sounded more like a threat than reassurance.
Mel lay helpless underneath Vanessa as she made good on her promise. She teased Mel with her fingers, her lips, her entire body. She pressed her breasts against Mel’s. She wrapped her mouth around Mel’s nipples, and sucked, and licked, and bit. She slid off Mel’s panties and slipped her fingers down to where Mel’s thighs met.
Mel moaned softly. By now, Vanessa could read Mel’s body without her saying a word. She knew what drove Mel wild. She knew what pushed Mel toward the edge. And she knew how to get Mel just close enough to make her tremble and cry out, without sending her over it. With Vanessa’s fingers and lips on Mel’s breasts and her hand between Mel’s legs, Mel was quickly reduced to a whimpering, panting mess.
Finally, Vanessa guided the strap-on between Mel’s lips and ran the smooth shaft up and down her slit.
Mel pushed herself up toward Vanessa. She couldn’t take any more of this. “Please, Vanessa. Please! I need you inside me.”
Vanessa stopped. She flipped Mel onto her back and planted three firm spanks on her ass cheeks.
Mel gasped.
“Did I ask you to beg, my pet?” Vanessa brushed her fingertips along Mel’s stinging skin.