I didn’t think she would, but it didn’t matter, anyway. All of our locking restraints had safety releases that could be easily operated while I was bound.
“That would be terrible. No, of course I wouldn’t do that,” she said, dead serious. “Do you use the same words like we did?” She gestured to the Sybian.
I nodded. “Yeah. If I need to stop, or adjust position or something, I’ll let you know with yellow or red.” I wanted to snap at her to hurry it up; I hadn’t been bound in a long, long time, and I’d forgotten how much I needed it. It wouldn’t be the same as Sir dominating me, but it might take the edge off.
She did my hands first, easily closing the leather cuff around my wrist. She slipped the tab lock closed, then repeated on the other one. On her way to my ankles, she skimmed her fingertips down my arm, then my side, my hip, all the way to my knee before she leaned down to secure my leg. When she was finished, I was mostly immobilized. I could arch up a little, or pull against the restraints, but I didn’t have much leverage. I was completely open, the cool air of the room like an obscene kiss on my spread pussy.
Gena knelt on the chaise between my parted legs, then leaned down, supporting herself with one hand on the chair back. Her breasts swayed between us, barely touching mine. The contact, or lack of, was maddening.
“You know, the last time I didn’t get to do this,” she whispered against my lips. “But this should make it better. Delayed gratification and all.”
We kissed, long and slow, my hips writhing in time to the undulation of her tongue against mine. The heat from her thigh teased my mound, but she never actually touched me.
“Have you thought about me?” she asked against my mouth.
“Of course I have.” I closed my eyes as her kisses ventured down my throat. “Haven’t you thought of me?”
“Oh, yes. Many…” She walked her fingers from the hollow of my throat, between my breasts. “Many…” those fingers tip-toed across my quivering belly, “many times.”
She stopped just short of actually touching me below my belly button. I lifted my hips up, but even the few inches I moved couldn’t make up the difference.
“Okay, I can see why Neil thinks this is fun.” She laughed, her fingers drawing a pendulum’s path from one hip bone to the other, moving lower with each pass.
“This is why I think it’s fun, too,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Usually.”
She scooted lower, finally resting her body against mine, her hips settling between my legs. “Am I not doing it right?”
“You’re doing it exactly right,” I moaned as she took my nipple into her mouth. Her teeth closed lightly around it. “That’s the problem.”
She giggled. I had a thing for giggles. It was one of the things that had turned me on about Neil when he’d first come back into my life. We’d been at a restaurant, having a very tense lunch during which I was sure he was going to fire me, and I’d made some crack about the size of his dick. And he’d giggled.
Maybe I’d fallen in love with him, at that moment. But there had been so many moments.
“Sophie?” Gena asked, shifting to look up at me. “What’s wrong?”
I felt the tear spill down my cheek, and moved to wipe it away, forgetting my bound hands. So, I shook my head. “It’s nothing. I mean, it’s something, but…make me forget?”
Her frown of concern took a long time to fade. When it did, she crawled back up to kiss me. And, even though she didn’t make me forget Neil, she certainly distracted me right back into the horny frame of mind I’d been in before. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I turned my thoughts to how I would retell this encounter when I did get around to describing it for Neil. Words flowed through my mind, but none of them could adequately capture the softness of her body or the slow stroke of her tongue in my mouth.
She slid down, positioning herself between my legs. My body jolted as she spread my labia apart, and I gripped the chains securing my cuffs to the chaise. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. Her tongue swept over my clit, and I was a goner.
While I was very happy with Neil’s oral skills, Gena ate pussy the way only a person who owned one could understand. She ran her tongue up and down, then maddeningly switched to sweep between my inner and outer labia and over the hood of my clit. She traced the edges of my lips and sucked them gently into her mouth and dipped inside, tasting me as she’d asked to do. She pressed her lips to my cunt, coating them in my wetness before returning to suck my clit into her mouth.
“Oh yes. Oh yes, oh yes, oh please,” I moaned, my body undulating to rock against her mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back. This was it. My breaking point was coming, after so much anticipation, so much teasing, so much stimulation from her warm skin against mine, her cries as she came, again and again. All of that sensory overload wound into one deep, bone-shaking orgasm I rushed toward with every muscle in my body tightened.
She lifted her mouth just long enough to say, “No, don’t tense up. Relax everything.”
Relax everything. Easy for her to say, when she wasn’t just millimeters from the best orgasm she’d had in weeks. But I trusted Gena enough to try her suggestion. It was hard not to strain, to not try to clamp my thighs around her head—the shackles on my ankles would have prevented me, anyway—but I made a concerted effort. I came. At least, I thought I did. Because what had felt like a burst of pleasure suddenly turned into a plateau on which I was trapped while her tongue swept and swirled around my clit. Again, I felt the pressure in my groin build and build to a shuddering peak that…wasn’t. I never crashed over the edge but found myself suspended from an even greater height. I was coming, but I wasn’t. I was so entranced by this one long overture of sensation I didn’t notice the start of the show. Suddenly, the finale reached its dramatic crescendo, and my body bucked and writhed in an ecstatic ovation.
Gena made a long, slow “mmm” of satisfaction as she lazily sucked the hood of my clitoris between her lips, then released me. Her lips and chin shone with my juices as she looked up my body with a slow smile. “See?”
“Okay,” I panted, my throat hoarse. I’d probably been shouting, but I wouldn’t have known. Every sense but one had shut down. “You were right.”
She sat up and wiped her face, then knelt at the foot of the chaise to unchain me. “You can thank Ian for that one.”
“I’ll bitch him out for not teaching it to Neil.” I looked up at her while she released my wrists. Something about Gena and nudity just went together. Not just because she had an amazing body straight out of a 1950’s pinup calendar, but because she was so comfortable. There didn’t seem to be any doubt or unease, any awkwardness at being here with me, though we didn’t know each other well outside of a sexual relationship.
I sat up, rubbing my wrists, though they weren’t sore. It was a force of habit. I cracked my neck and groaned. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”