Her Surrender (Irresistibly Bound 2)

Vicki took April’s chin and tilted her head up. “What did I say about talking back to me?” Vicki’s warm breath tickled April’s ear.

“That you like it?”

Vicki spoke in a soft growl. “Be. Quiet.”

“Make me,” April whispered.

At once, Vicki’s lips were on April’s, kissing her with a ferocity that stunned her into silence. April dissolved into the chair beneath her, every inch of her ablaze.

Vicki tore herself away. “You’re going to sit there quietly while I remind you of who you belong to.”

A thrill rippled through April’s body. That kiss alone was enough to remind April of who she belonged to. It reminded her of why she had been drawn to Vicki in the first place, why she came back to Vicki time and time again, despite everything. Why she always yielded to Vicki in the end.

Vicki slid her hands down April’s chest and grabbed the front of her top. She pulled it down, exposing April’s breasts. Her fingers grazed April’s nipples, causing them to tighten into tiny peaks. Vicki pinched them in her fingertips.

April moaned. That night at Lilith’s Den seemed to have flicked a switch in her brain that made pain and pleasure blend and amplify each other in the most delicious way. Vicki trailed her lips down April’s chest and sucked her other nipple between her teeth. April bucked in the chair, a cry escaping her.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet?” Vicki said.

April bit her lip. Did Vicki really expect April to stay silent while she ravished her like this? Vicki’s demanding hands and mouth roamed all over April’s chest, her shoulders, her neck. She was like a woman possessed, so consumed with lust that she couldn’t hold herself back. April felt the same way, but with her hands bound and her eyes blindfolded, she couldn’t do anything except let Vicki have her way.

Vicki slipped her hand down to where April’s thighs met. Even through her jeans, Vicki’s touch inflamed her.

Vicki leaned in, her lips grazing April’s cheek. “This right here? This is mine. Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. You. Are. Mine.”

April’s skin prickled. At the back of her mind, April felt like she shouldn’t want this. To belong to anyone, especially not Vicki. But that part of her was drowned out by her overwhelming desire to relinquish everything to Vicki.

Vicki drew her hands up to April’s waist and unbuttoned her jeans. She yanked them down April’s legs, taking her now-soaking panties with them.

“Open your legs,” Vicki said.

April obeyed, her whole body pulsing with anticipation. Vicki ran her hands down April’s sides and grabbed her ass cheeks, her nails digging into them. She dragged April’s hips forward so that her ass was balanced at the edge of the chair. Then Vicki’s fingers were between April’s thighs, probing at her slick folds.

April quivered. Mercifully, Vicki didn’t tease her. She simply buried her fingers inside April and began to fuck her right there on the chair.

“Oh god…” April closed her eyes, her head tipping back. Vicki’s fingers filled her so completely that it was like the other woman was made for her. Every thrust made her shudder and gasp.

April panted and pulled at her bonds, heat flooding her entire body. Vicki was unrelenting. She had one goal, and one goal only—to demonstrate th

at her possession of April was so complete that she could make April come undone in seconds.

Seconds was all it took.

A fiery orgasm ripped through April’s body, the culmination of all the friction they had been feeling toward each other for so long. As April rode it out, Vicki pressed her lips against April’s in an urgent, possessive kiss.

April and Vicki lay in bed, draped lazily across each other. They had spent the last hour working off the tension that lingered between them until both of them were too exhausted to move.

April let out a sigh. It was nice, being wrapped up in Vicki’s arms, soaking into Vicki’s skin. All the animosity she’d been feeling toward the woman had dissipated. Instead, she felt comfortable and serene. April didn’t quite understand why she always felt this way after she and Vicki played their intimate games. Maybe it was a side effect of the vulnerability they shared by exposing the deepest, darkest parts of themselves.

April examined Vicki’s face. Up close she could see all the different golden tones in her hair, and each individual hair in Vicki’s eyelashes. They were long and fine, and much darker than her hair.

“What is it?” Vicki murmured.

“Nothing,” April replied.

Vicki brushed her fingers through her hair, frowning. Her unexpected self-consciousness made April smile. The woman who had tied April to the chair earlier had been replaced by someone a little less imposing.

April reached out to sweep her hand over the mound of Vicki’s hip and the valley of her waist. “The other day, in your office, you asked me why I care so much about the library. Why do you want to know?”