Her Surrender (Irresistibly Bound 2)

“Oh, April. When are you going to learn? It’s not about the toys and tools.” Vicki pushed April down onto the couch and leaned over her, speaking into April’s ear. “It’s about power.”

Chapter Nineteen

Before April knew what was happening, Vicki was on top of her, and Vicki’s hands were at her wrists, pinning them to the arm of the couch above April’s head. April wriggled underneath her, trying to break free, but Vicki had her trapped with what seemed like no effort at all.

April’s whole body lit up. “Kiss me,” she said breathlessly.

Instead, Vicki adjusted her grip on April’s wrists so that she was holding them with one hand. She dragged her other hand along April’s cheek and stared down at her, her jade eyes filled with fire. She dipped down low to draw her lips across the bow of April’s neck and down to her chest, sucking and nibbling the swell of her breast that peeked out the top of her dress. Her hand traveled down to grab April’s ass cheek.

April groaned. “Kiss me?”

Vicki glided her hand along the back of April’s thigh, hoisting April’s leg up to wrap around her waist. She shifted her body, grinding her hips between April’s thighs, kissing her everywhere but her lips. The seam of Vicki’s jeans rubbed against April through her dress, sending jolts deep into her core. She arched her chest up, trying in vain to press her body against Vicki’s.

She closed her eyes and spoke the only words that could sway Vicki. “Please,” April said. “Kiss me, please.”

Finally, Vicki grabbed April’s chin and pressed her lips on April’s. At once, April came apart. She melted into Vicki’s body, her mind emptying. Her need for the other woman was so strong that she felt like she was going to burst. Vicki’s suffocating kisses told April that Vicki felt the same.

She released April’s hands and tore April’s dress over her head. April grasped a fistful of Vicki’s shirt, so she could pull Vicki down to her.

But Vicki pushed April’s wrist down to the couch. “Don’t move.” Without another word, she got up and disappeared into her bedroom.

April groaned. Just when things were heating up, Vicki left her throbbing on the couch. Whatever Vicki was getting from her bedroom better be worth it. April’s frustration only intensified when she thought about all the toys in Vicki’s closet and the chest at the end of her bed.

When Vicki finally emerged, it was immediately clear to April what she had been doing in her room. She had taken off her jeans, and her long shirt was unbuttoned, with nothing underneath. Belted around her hips was a dark red strap-on.

Suddenly, there was a hollowness inside April that only Vicki could satisfy.

Vicki strode up to the couch. “This is what I was looking for in my chest that night I picked you up at the bar,” she said. “Before you spoiled everything by being nosy.”

April gave her a cheeky smile. “Aren’t you glad that I did?”

Vicki’s response was to fall on top of April again, assailing her with ravenous lips and hands. Somehow, Vicki managed to tear off April’s bra and panties, tossing them across the room. Once again, April found herself helplessly trapped by Vicki’s embrace.

April clung to her, craving the feel of Vicki’s skin against hers. Vicki was just as hungry as April. She groped at April’s curves, clawed at her skin, frantically working her way over April’s entire body. April trembled. Vicki’s body against hers, Vicki’s scent, the taste of her skin, the hard strap-on pressing against her—it all threatened to overwhelm her. April could feel them being swept away in a firestorm of lust.

Vicki pulled back. “Wait.”

“Is something wrong?” April asked. Vicki’s expression was unreadable.

“No, of course not.” Vicki gazed back down at April. “Everything is perfect. Which is why I want to take my time. I want to savor every moment. I don’t want this to end,” she said softly.

April’s heart began to thump. “Okay.”

Vicki kissed April again, softly this time. Tentatively, April reached up to push Vicki’s shirt from her shoulders and drew Vicki to her. As the kiss stretched out, April allowed her fingertips to explore every part of Vicki’s body. Her narrow shoulders. Her slender thighs. Her soft ass.

Vicki's hands mirrored April’s, her hands roaming over April’s skin. April could feel Vicki’s restraint in every kiss and every touch. April yearned to tell Vicki to stop holding back, to devour her like she always did. But then everything would be over too quickly. April didn’t want this to end either.

April kissed a line down Vicki’s breasts and circled her nipple with her tongue. She brought a hand up to the other nipple, brushing her fingertips over the pebbled bud. A fevered murmur rose from Vicki’s chest, her whole body shuddering. April reveled in Vicki’s unbridled reactions. Who knew that the tough, dominant woman was so sensitive and responsive?

Vicki’s hand found its way between April’s legs. She slipped a finger inside, teasing April with a shadow of what was to come. The heel of her palm pressed against April’s clit. April pushed against her, desperate and aching.

Just when April couldn’t take it any longer, Vicki grabbed the strap-on, drawing it down April’s slit, and entered her.

April exhaled sharply. God, Vicki felt so good inside. Vicki began to pump in and out, slowly, making every stroke count. April clutched onto her, rising up to meet her over and over.

This wasn’t the Vicki of every other night, the hurricane of a woman fueled only by passion. She was just as possessive, and just as insatiable. But she was soft, and tender, and measured. With every movement, Vicki let out a gasp, a faint echo of April’s own unrestrained cries. When April looked into Vicki’s green eyes, April could see her own boundless desire reflected in them.

April closed her eyes. Vicki was right. It wasn’t about all the toys, and the tools, and the kink. It wasn’t even the power games that made April submit to Vicki every single time.