At the scratch of metal on metal in our apartment lock, I slid my wrist into the fourth leather restraint from the bed's corners and pulled to tighten it. No going back. Bound. Naked. Open. Hers.
My breasts quivered with each taut breath as the front door clicked shut and she rummaged through drawers in the adjacent living room.
Excitement fluttered where trepidation ended. I'd been edging since I finished work early, bedroom air tinged with arousal. Its relative coolness amplified the contrast of slick heat coating my inner thighs.
I'd daydreamed scenarios like this, probably more than I should at work. My mind often wandered to the point I had to excuse myself and finish; palm against the stall door, mouth buried in my bicep as I dug fingers of the other hand beneath drenched underwear.
Laney and I had drifted a little. Competing commitments and deadlines. Hell, it'd been a three-year slog convincing her parents I hadn't 'made her gay'. They never believed their daughter was the instigator. Those touches, those commands inferred otherwise.
I shivered, recalling how our love had grown from loaded glances and clandestine skin-on-skin to embracing my sexuality. Holding hands in public. Kissing on dance floors. Fingering aboard Eurostar. My first spanking in Paris. Marriage. Honeymoon beach sex. She had given so much.
The plans I'd laid and items I'd bought for today would reaffirm what she meant to me.
The rummaging ceased. Footsteps approached. My heart thumped, gaze transfixed on the doorway.
I screamed past the mouth dildo when her workmate Sarah appeared and paused, taking in my predicament. Twisting my body away as far as possible in a futile attempt to shield my nakedness, I struggled, slumping to the bed defeated.
Sarah leaned against the doorframe, focus flitting from point to point. "Well, well."
Behind my wild eyes, a thousand emotions warred. "Sharah, I can exshplain…" I managed, the grip of the dildo's rear protrusion between my teeth suddenly a bigger impediment than I'd given credit.
She folded her arms and smiled. "Should I get popcorn? Laney said you were kinky but this—" she waved a hand, "this is next level."
Further colour drained from my seemingly bloodless face. She'd talked about me? With a colleague?! "Uhhh…" Wriggling on the sheets I tried to free a limb. The cuffs held fast. I stilled, our eyes connecting.
Sarah opened her bag. Fendi, of course. "Shall we see what Laney thinks?"
I shook my head, auburn tangle of hair mussing on the stark white pillow, powerless as she framed and snapped a shot. Despite my heart tanking, my pussy betrayed me, a droplet escaping to roll to the sheets from freshly waxed lips. Part of the gift. I didn't want Laney finding out from someone else.
"Sharah…"
She paused scrolling through her phonebook. "Yes?"
"Don't."
Her eyes roamed my curves. Not in disgust or pity or pleasure. More… predatory. Each time her gaze settled, that part of my skin awoke. Fizzed. Made me shiver and drip.
From behind the toy, I formed measured words. "Untie me. We'll talk."
Amusement crossed her pixie-like features. "Laney's expecting the Gardner case file." She wagged it. "Client wants it today but she still has, oooh, an hour or so. Plenty of time to convince me to release you."
Her eyelids fluttered as she drank more of my display.
"Sharah, pleashe."
Returning the report to her bag, she approached. I stiffened as her fingertip traced the bond from the nearest corner, all the way along to brush my ankle.
"I see why Laney likes you." A spark ignited from where her fingers brushed my foot and raced up my thigh. "You exude such—" Her finger pads began slow steps up my shin, "dirty innocence."
She tipped her head and continued the torturous finger walking. Knee. Thigh, her gaze centring on its sticky coating. Pausing at my hip, she inhaled. "I'm curious, Amber." Her touch left my skin. "What plans did you have for this?" The flogger I'd laid alongside my leg was in her dainty hands. "Do you like the feel of leather on your naked body?"
Dangling the purple straps over my belly, she trailed them in a lazy hoop. "Is it your… thing?" Each tendril somehow touched inside and out as it skimmed my sensitive nerve endings. I gulped as the circle widened. Worked higher. Ascended the slope of a breast and swirled them both, dusky pink caps rising as the material danced.
"You like that, don't you? Being teased."
She gave a gentle swish with the fronds and I gasped before she continued the journey over my collarbone and shoulder. As the leather strips glided in again, I rolled my head away. They climbed my neck. Cheek. Surrounded the shiny shaft of onyx rubber protruding from my open mouth. My lip trembled and I shut my eyes when the brushes scuffed my opposite shoulder and up the inside of my outstretched arm.
I squirmed as she tracked the sinewy flesh to my flexing palm beyond the cuff, before descending again to skim my underarm.
"Where do you like it best?"
Snapping my eyes open, I found her gaze. The honest answer was I didn't know. It was as new to me as it was meant to be for Laney. A voyage of discovery. Rolling my head, I focused on the blue and silver Happy Anniversary balloons swaying above the wrought iron headboard. The traditional gift of leather was a romantic gesture, not intended for the hands of anyone else. I wished I could have kicked myself for not checking it was Laney.
"I wonder," she mused as the falls swung in a mesmerising pendulum millimetres above the straining peaks of my nipples, "would Laney want to find you pristine?" She swished the flogger in a full circle and the tips flashed against my breasts, dragging a moan with them. "Or marked?"
Tiny twinges of pain circled my chest, flushing my skin. Another droplet of arousal leaked from me and Sarah noticed its path. "Oh, plaything likes that? Wants more to show her pretty wife how much of a good girl she is?"
Part of me screamed to shake my head and end this. Pretend I'd not started it. But Dad's words swirled my head: own your mistakes and they'll offer strength. I swallowed. Steeled. Took a shaky breath and nodded.
Sarah smiled, swung the pendulum in another full arc and lashed the fronds against the tender flesh. Fuck, it stung. My gasp rang out despite the dildo's obstruction clamped between my teeth.
She hopped on the spot. "Oooh, this is exciting. I can see why Laney likes it. I could get used to this."
The full arc swished, clipping a nipple on the way down. Delicious heat tore through my body. "Ooowwwww."
She stopped swinging and dropped the flogger. "Three years, right?" I nodded. "Yeah, that seems about right." Reaching across my body she retrieved the studded leather collar and ran it through her fingertips.
I tensed when she brushed my neck, secured the fastener and took a step back to admire her handiwork. "Oh, that's so you. She'll adore it. She always loved when I played the good little sub."
My eyes widened and a chasm of silence raged between us. She brought her hand to cover her mouth. "Oh. My. God. You didn't know?"