by Lexie X
"Hello?" she asked, answering the call.
A young and chipper male voice responded. "Um, Piper?"
"Yes?"
"So, I was like, waiting to see this cuteness all week. I was like, oh-my-god, so romantic, right? You're going to tell someone you love them. And then she shows up, and I practically squeal right there. It's a girl! That's true love, I told Sally here. But… then… you're not here? Did you get in a wreck or something? Is there traffic?"
"What?" she responded, still groggy. "I'm sorry, who is this?"
"Danny? You made a reservation with me last week?"
"Oh my god, yeah, I remember. But wait, who showed up?"
"Some smoking hot blondie," he replied. "She's just sitting there drinking like a beastly football player."
Piper worked her mouth open and closed for a moment, unable to formulate words.
"So… are you coming?" Danny asked. "Because… this is totes crushing my night."
"Yeah—yes! I'm coming," she finally managed to say.
"Yay!" An excited clap followed. "Should I tell her you're on your way?"
"No, no, I'll be right there."
Throwing on her clothes in a frenzy and dashing out the door, Piper tried to gather her thoughts and figure out why the hell Isabella would have shown up to their date without her. Too caught up in her own concerns, she hardly perceived the drive. How had Isabella even gotten all the way there without a car? Had her sister driven her?
Where was Laura?
Wide-eyed and anxious, she practically burst through the glass doors at the front of the restaurant. A thin, dapper guy with smooth black hair and a red bow-tie perked up immediately. "Yeah, you must be her."
"I'm her!" Piper responded.
"So what happened?" Danny asked, quickly leading her toward the back of the restaurant.
Looking around at all the people in fancy dress quietly having dinner, Piper tried to calm herself so she didn't seem out of place. "She broke up with me this morning…"
"Ooh, sorry honey. But if she's here, maybe things aren't what they seem?"
"I hope you're right," she said with a shiver, her heart full of anticipation and electricity. "Thank you so much for calling me."
"Sure thing. Us girls gotta stick together," he joked.
Full of hopeful energy, Piper couldn't help but laugh.
They came around the last corner and she saw Isabella's golden hair immediately. Wearing a red dress beneath and looking incredible, the blonde sat facing a window with a glass of wine in her hand.
"Good luck," Danny whispered before departing.
Breathless, Piper came around and scooted into the seat opposite the girl she loved. For the briefest but truest moment, Isabella looked across the table at her with deep surprise and hopeful relief, but a split-second later, her stern mask fell into place. "What are you doing here?"
Refusing to sink into negativity or fear, Piper kept up her hopeful anticipation. "What are you doing here, Isabella? You came anyway! Did you hope that I would be here?"
"No," the blonde replied, calmly furious. "I didn't think you'd be here. And I don't care that you're here now. We're just roommates now."
Piper shook her head. "I thought you said you were going to look for a date tonight. Instead you're here."
Isabella set her jaw.
Deciding to stay true to herself, and to stay true to the refusal to give up that had always broken through her girlfriend's barriers before, Piper leaned forward to whisper her compassionate words. "Come home with me."
The blonde's unhappy glare moved down and up her body once.
That unbidden signal was enough. Piper knew she was on to something, and she kept at it. "You can do anything you want with me…"
Isabella's lower lip dropped by a millimeter as she processed the promise. It would have been a subtle response for anyone else, but it was huge compared to this girl's usual absolute composure. A moment later, she stood—and then stumbled back a step. Realizing that her girlfriend was completely trashed from sitting by herself and gulping down wine, Piper jumped up to help her get steady.
"Don't touch me!" Isabella hissed. "I'm so fucking mad at you."
"I know," she replied softly, wincing as she helped her girlfriend walk out toward the front of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, Isabella." She caught Danny's attention. "Hey, can I just pay now quickly?"
After noticing Isabella's overt drunkenness, he looked around surreptitiously. "I'm not gonna make you stand here all awkwardly and pay. Don't worry about it," he whispered. "I'll tell 'em some random lady dined and dashed—and that's the truth, really. Just call back sometime and let me know how it goes with you two! I hope it works out."
"I will," she promised. "Thanks again. So much. Really!"
"Of course, honey. Good luck."
Isabella managed to walk on her own from the car back to the room. Although the blonde hadn't spoken the entire ride, something about her admission that she was angry gave Piper hope. Sharing her emotions at all—talking at all—had to be an important first step, right? It was at least better than her cold and uncaring pretense that they were back to just being roommates.
The moment Piper took off her jacket, the door slammed shut behind her.
Turning, she found Isabella standing there and eyeing her with a mix of hate and hunger. "You said I could do anything I want," the blonde reminded her. "I've been holding back because of all this feeling and dating stuff…" She moved as she talked, getting something out from under her bed. "So confusing. So stupid." She paused for a moment to fight her own drunkenness, and then stood, more in control.
"You've been holding back?" Piper asked, wary. "Even with everything we've done… all that was you holding back?"
Isabella only turned and raised one eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" Piper asked, watching the blonde stand and approach her with a rope.
"Anything I want," Isabella said again. "Give me your hands."
Cautiously, Piper lifted her wrists.
Isabella grabbed them and began tying her hands together. "You said anything I want, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm not going to hold back anymore."
"So don't," Piper responded, her heart pounding, her gaze locked on her girlfriend's surprised expression.
Now wary herself, Isabella narrowed her eyes and studied her sincerity.
"Don't hold back," Piper said firmly. "Do it all."
"I'm going to make you pay for what you did," she warned.
Nodding, she accepted the warning but remained steady. "Do what you have to do. Then we'll talk." She made sure to phrase her agreement as a statement rather than a question.
Isabella pulled the ropes around her wrists tight. "Talk? If you can actually handle your punishment… we'll see."
So there it was, Piper realized. One way or another, she'd ended up exactly where Isabella wanted her: even more broken, utterly hers, willing to do anything and willing to have anything done to her, and kept that way by the light at the end of the tunnel—the dangling carrot, the cheese past the maze. She knew that Isabella knew she knew, and she knew that only made the blonde enjoy it more. If she was honest with herself beyond the fear of what was about to happen, she was just as excited. She could feel her lower body warming already.
Once her hands were nicely bound, Piper found herself roughly shoved on the floor. The shock of falling to her hands and knees shot adrenaline through her, but that heat also came with a little spark between her legs.
Fingers reached around from either side and pried at her belt, unclasping it to allow her jeans to be tugged down around her butt. Leaving her pants bunched up around her knees, Isabella seemed to regard her bare ass cheeks for a moment. Waiting, Piper tried to guess at what might—
A firm slap made her arch forward, which put more weight on her bound hands. Her right butt cheek tingled from the slap.
"I've been wanting to do this to you forever," Isabella stated. "But you've never d
eserved it this much before."
Another slap on the other cheek left her whole bottom tingling.
"That doesn't hurt too bad, does it?" the blonde asked.
Barely able to see her girlfriend behind her, Piper turned her head. "No."
"Let's see if we can change that."
A much harder slap hit her right cheek, adding a deeper painful tingle to the same spot as before. That tingling seemed matched by rising energy between her legs. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, excited for more. Isabella slapped her again in the same spot, going for a full-palm slipping impact that made her lose her held breath with a surprised little noise. Another slap followed, and she took air back in with a gasp; her skin started to burn against the open air.
"Nope, we need more," her girlfriend stated, getting something else out from under her bed. She held up a paddle and made sure that her captive could see it. "This'll work. Won't it?"
Eyes wide, Piper briefly wondered if she'd gotten in over her head, but she wasn't about to back down. "Looks perfect."
Isabella glared at her for a moment, then moved back behind her.
She remained on her hands and knees, waiting. A hand was one thing, but a paddle? Where had she even gotten that? What would it—
Fire shot through her right cheek in a circle of surprising pain. The sound of smacked flesh resounded in her ears even as she re-centered her thoughts. She'd expected it to hurt, but that—
The next impact came on her left cheek, snapping electricity down her leg. "Fuck!"
"Too much?" Isabella asked, her tone delightfully torturous.
"No," she gasped, her entire body tingling. Two large circles on her butt seemed to simmer with fire, and she had no doubt her bare skin was already pink.
"I'm glad," her girlfriend said, lifting the paddle again. "Maybe next time, you'll think—" She slammed the paddle down as hard she could.
Piper gasped against the jolting pain.
"—before—" She paddled with each word, nearly knocking her captive forward with each powerful strike. "—you—fuck—my—fucking—sister!"
Tears running down her face, her lower body full of randomly shooting lightning and charged arousal, Piper lowered her head for a moment to signify a pause. "That's… not why you're… mad…" she gasped between panting breaths as something occurred to her.
Isabella quickly came forward and pulled her hair painfully between gripping fingers. "What did you say?"
"That's not… why you're mad…" she forced out, lifting her head as high as it would go to avoid the pain.
Looking down at her with narrowed eyes, Isabella seemed to consider a response. Finally, she pulled on her captive's hair a little more, brought her face up, and gave her a slow chaste kiss on the lips. Without a word, she let go and moved back behind her again. Another paddle impact followed, and the sharp sound practically echoed through the room.
Her cheeks both raw, Piper flexed her lower body against the pain and against the insistent heat between her legs that only grew hotter with each torturous paddling. Noticing, Isabella dropped the paddle for a moment to gently caress her raw pink skin—and then used her thumbs to pull her captive's panties down to the jumbled jeans wrapped tightly around her knees.
Shaking with two different kinds of fire—one painful, one pleasurable—Piper moved forward and mashed her face against the carpet, unable to keep herself up on her bound hands any longer. Her intense feeling of vulnerability in that position and the chill air against her exposed sex made her shiver.
Two delicate fingers traced down her bare lips, continuing on to smear juices along her thigh. "You're liking your punishment too much."
Piper tensed up just before the inevitable impact. With her face mashed against the carpet, her body moved forward and back in response to each slap of the paddle; the fiery pain brought more tears to her eyes as torturous electricity crackled up through her muscles. Gasping hard for air, she squeezed her eyes shut against the burning agony.
"Too much?" Isabella asked again.
"No, no… no…" she panted, forcing herself to lie. "Don't hold back."
Nothing happened for a good five seconds, and Piper wished she could see her girlfriend's reaction. If she could only figure out what was really wrong with Isabella, then—
A scream left her lips unbidden as the paddle came back to slap lightning right up her core. Pressing her face harder into the carpet to muffle her own noises, she took another paddle, then another, and then a final slap—this time from a bare hand arcing right up her raw pink skin.
She waited, eyes closed, for another paddling. At the edge of her willpower, her lower body an inferno of hot pain and wet arousal, she knew she would start crying for real at just one more slap, but, thankfully, Isabella seemed to believe her front that she would never give in.
Her butt still in the air, she slowly recovered, enticed back to calm by soft caresses along her raw skin. "That looks like it hurts like hell," Isabella commented, testing her.
"More," Piper breathed.
"More?" the blonde laughed behind her. "My arm's actually kind of tired." A feminine finger traced down along her exposed sex again. "You're dripping."
"Like I said," she managed to say, turning her head. "More, please."
Isabella answered with a quick little slap directly to her mound.
Caught off-guard, Piper bit down on her own lip to keep from screaming. That had really fucking hurt, and not in a good way—but she kept quiet, and Isabella seemed satisfied. In fact, the blonde kept touching her mound, at first cupping it lightly, and then rubbing gently. Compared to the torture of being paddled, that felt like a dream, and Piper sighed aloud.
Isabella immediately withdrew her hand; Piper saw her shake her head out of the corner of her eye, as if she was disagreeing with herself over something.
A moment later, the blonde got up and pulled her up and onto her feet.
Pushed forward, Piper fell halfway onto her girlfriend's bed.
Insistent hands quickly tugged her jeans and panties the rest of the way off but left her socks on. Isabella began pulling her shirt up; Piper lifted her arms, but both girls found the clothing stymied around her bound hands.
"Oops," the blonde commented. They struggled with it for a moment, but, ultimately left the shirt tangled up around her hands. Settling for that, Isabella moved on to her bra by unhooking it and discarding it with a triumphant sigh.
Fully naked, hands bound, breasts bouncing around uncomfortably with each motion, Piper tried to reposition herself to keep her burning butt from touching the sheets. Their icy coolness and smoothness shot freezing daggers of pain up into her body, enough that she couldn't possibly lay on her back.
Seeing that, Isabella helped her, but only to flip her completely over onto her stomach.
Grateful for the moment of relief, Piper waited as her girlfriend rooted around under the bed for yet another torture device. Tilting her head against the pillow, she watched as Isabella pulled out the strap-on harness. She began steeling herself immediately—if the paddling was any indication, Isabella was about to fuck her like never before.
A moment later, she found herself pulled toward the edge of the bed.
"Get it wet," Isabella ordered.
Faced with the rather massive toy, Piper awkwardly stuck out her tongue and licked along the plastic shaft.
Isabella gripped her tightly by the hair. "Get… it… wet."
Feeling rather weakened by the fire burning all along her lower body, she gave in and put her whole mouth around the shaft. It took her a moment to adjust to the feeling of having a solid presence in her mouth—but she also realized that this wasn't for direct pleasure, but, rather, for Isabella's benefit. Looking up as best she could, she tried to put on a show. Sucking deeply and taking it as far as she could, she gagged once on purpose and tried not to let on how ridiculous she felt.
Isabella seemed to like that, and thrust forward the tiniest bit.
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p; Gagging for real, she pulled away instinctively, but the firm hand in her hair pulled her forward and made her take more of that firm presence slightly down her throat. Breathing through her nose, Piper focused her awareness on her head and neck to keep herself from reacting instinctively and freaking out. It felt very uncomfortable to have something at the back of her mouth, but if she could just—
Isabella thrust forward again.
Pulling away hard despite the painful tugging on her hair, Piper got the toy back ahead of her tongue and worked on it there in the hope that her girlfriend would back off. Smugly satisfied, Isabella withdrew, and then climbed on the bed and pulled her up by her waist before stuffing pillows underneath. Her bare ass high up in the air, her face pressed into the sheets, Piper readied herself for whatever her girlfriend intended.
The slick toy penetrated her sopping folds almost effortlessly, bringing that massive sensation of being filled along with it. Her insides slowly adjusted even as Isabella came up against her butt and sent crackling fire along her raw skin.
Shuddering, her whole body feeling like one big lattice of painful fire and blissful heat, she struggled to find a rhythm with Isabella's slowly increasing thrusting. The angle and her bound hands made it difficult to find leverage, but the blonde seemed fine on her own; the firm presence deep inside her thrust pleasure straight down her neck and into her head even as the pounding against her raw skin shot competing fire through every nerve.
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Moans began escaping her lips unbidden, pushed out by the intense pressures within. Already powerfully stimulated, she felt her inner walls clenching as her body readied itself for a rush; every thrust hurt like hell, but she couldn't stop.
Squeezing her eyes shut while tears ran down her cheeks, she took a deeper breath and began thrusting back as much as she could. As she climbed the peak towards orgasm, her moans climbed with her, growing louder with each passing moment.
"You like that?" Isabella asked, fucking her even harder, fury creeping back into her tone. "I bet my fucking sister liked it, too."
"It… wasn't… like… that…" Piper forced out between moans.