by A. L. Brooks
She moved without thinking, but with purpose. Sarah gasped as Bethany pushed her back against the door, and the sound ignited a ball of fire in Bethany’s belly. She leaned in and kissed Sarah, passionately, deeply. Pressing her body into Sarah, her hands grasping at Sarah’s waist, Bethany poured all of her need for this stunning woman into every second of their kiss. Sarah’s hands scrabbled for purchase on her hips, and when they finally got a grip, pulled Bethany in even closer. Sarah moaned, her fingers clenching and unclenching against Bethany’s hips, her own desire obvious.
Pulling back to take a breath, Bethany gulped air and made to kiss Sarah again, but a frantic, whispered “Stop” had her eyes snapping open.
“What?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.
Sarah shook her head slowly. “I… You…” She swallowed and tried again. “I’m just…surprised. By…by this. Your strength. Your actions.”
Sarah’s face was beautifully flushed, her eyes dark with desire, and her breath came in gasping heaves, but Bethany had to be sure Sarah wanted this just as much as she did.
“If it’s too much, I’ll stop.” She lifted a hand and rubbed a thumb gently across Sarah’s lips, eliciting a satisfying moan. “But I told you I knew what I wanted, Sarah. It may have been a while, and I may not come across as experienced or confident. But you, here, now, like this”—her voice grew croaky—“is exactly where I want you. How I want you.”
She swallowed, trying to ignore the shaking in her limbs as her nerves threatened to derail her from what she wanted to say. “If you need to be in control, then just say so, and we’ll flip this around.” She lowered her eyes for a moment, then gazed directly back into the depths of Sarah’s. “But God, Sarah, I want you like this. Just like this. It’s a need that is new to me, but feels so very, very right. There are things I want to do to you, ways I want to tease you, and unravel you.”
At the small groan from Sarah, Bethany’s confidence rocketed, and she straightened her spine and let her hands roam upwards from Sarah’s waist towards her breasts. She stopped a centimetre or so underneath them, and smiled as Sarah pressed forward, trying to get her to move her hands higher. Nodding, feeling a rush so heady it almost took her breath away, Bethany whispered, “I want you at my mercy, Sarah. To do whatever I want to you, and have you desperate for more.”
Sarah let out a strangled groan as her hands fluttered against Bethany’s body. She tried to move again, perhaps to kiss her, but Bethany held her hands strong on Sarah’s torso, keeping her pressed back against the door.
“Do you want this, Sarah?” Bethany asked, pretty sure she knew the answer but needing to hear it direct from Sarah’s kiss-swollen lips. “Do you?”
Sarah was in a place she’d never been before with a woman: out of control. Bethany held all the cards. Her deceptive strength had Sarah pinned against the door. Her sultry words had caused a flood of wetness to soak her yoga pants and her heart rate to spike. She was completely at Bethany’s mercy, just where Bethany wanted her.
And if she was honest, her fantasies always involved this, the one thing she had thought Bethany was least likely to do: dominating her. Something about Bethany’s mix of shyness and nerves coupled with those bold statements she threw out had kept Sarah wondering just what Bethany would be like if her actions were as strong as her words. It hadn’t really seemed plausible, but the fantasy had certainly done what Sarah needed it to do.
Fantasising about it was one thing, but was the reality too unsettling, too frightening to submit to? Her body ached for Bethany, literally ached to be touched by her, kissed by her, and anything else Bethany wanted to do to her. It was the last vestiges of her old persona that were holding her back.
Dominant-submissive sex was never about the physical, Sarah knew. It was all in the mind, in the power play, in the giving and taking of control. Sarah knew all of that, because that’s what she’d always done with her previous sexual partners. Something about the fleeting nature of her trysts meant she’d never trusted anyone to see the side of her that screamed for release. She’d led and controlled every single one of those encounters, kept it to no more than one spice level above vanilla, and played emotionally safe.
Yet every time, Sarah had walked away with something empty inside her, something missing.
So, doing this now, with Bethany, would change her, she knew that for certain. She would leave behind the person she had been and embark on an entirely new sexual journey with this incredible woman who had appeared in her life as if by magic and swept her away.
Maybe she just needed a little more time to get used to the idea. Maybe if they just kept it more vanilla tonight, if Bethany let Sarah follow her tried and tested formula, then in the future they could see about Bethany taking up the role she so clearly wished to play.
At that thought, something seemed to sink in on itself inside Sarah. You’ve wanted this for years, it seemed to say. And here it is, being presented to you on a plate by a woman who fires you up like no other has done, possibly in your whole life, and you want vanilla tonight? She’s offering you double-chocolate pecan twist with white chocolate shavings and a cherry on top, and you’re seriously standing here thinking about vanilla?
Sarah almost whimpered out loud as she felt her mind free itself of its shackles and doubts and fears.
“Yes,” she whispered fiercely, staring into Bethany’s eyes. “Yes, I want this. I’m yours. However you want me.”
The release she felt at saying the words out loud was nearly palpable; she was surprised Bethany couldn’t feel it too.
She expected a smile, or a kiss, or a groan—some obvious sign of Bethany’s pleasure. But Bethany merely nodded, slowly, then ran her thumb over Sarah’s lips once more.
“Good,” she said softly. She licked her lips. “Now, I think we both know I’m pretty new at this, but one thing I’ve learned in reading up about it is the use of safe words. I think we should have one.”
Sarah smiled, a wave of affection sweeping over her at Bethany’s practicality, even in such a charged moment. “Okay, we can have one. But I really don’t think I’m going to need it with you.”
Bethany swallowed. “It would make me feel better.”
“I understand. Marmite.”
Raising one eyebrow in spectacular fashion, Bethany chuckled. “Marmite? Really?”
Sarah smiled. “It would stop you in your tracks, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, I suppose it would. Okay, Marmite it is.”
She leaned forward and kissed Sarah then, the briefest touch of lips on lips, then without preamble, swept a hand up and over Sarah’s right breast, cupping it, and squeezing hard.
Sarah groaned as her nipple responded instantly, hardening further than it was already and drilling into Bethany’s palm through the fabric of her T-shirt. Sarah tried to push into Bethany’s hand, to obtain more contact, but a quick “tut” from Bethany had her stilling her motion. Bethany was grinning, and Sarah smiled ruefully back.
“Patience.” Bethany pressed her forefinger into Sarah’s mouth. “Suck,” she said, and that single word sent a throb that was almost painful through her clit.
Greedily pulling Bethany’s finger into her mouth, she did as she was told and sucked and licked the digit as if her life depended on it. They locked gazes the whole time, and Sarah was thrilled to see Bethany’s eyes darken to a grey-green that reminded her of wild storms over the sea. Bethany wasn’t as calm and collected as she was portraying externally, and that brought Sarah even more pleasure.
Bethany slowly pulled her finger out of Sarah’s mouth and stepped back.
“Where’s your bedroom, Sarah?”
Her voice was husky with need and Sarah nearly melted into the floor. She couldn’t find her voice, so merely pointed down the hallway and when Bethany stepped aside, walked past her, willing her hands not to reach out even though she longed for nothing
more than to touch the beauty beside her. Bethany’s heels were loud on the wooden floor as she walked behind Sarah, and each tap sent another shiver careering down Sarah’s back. She fervently hoped Bethany would keep her shoes on; her legs and feet looked unbelievably sexy finished off in those straps and heels.
Sarah pushed open the bedroom door and walked into the room. The bed, metal-framed and simply covered in a white duvet, sat squarely in the centre of the far wall, with a pair of oak bedside tables flanking it. The wardrobe filled one corner, and the door to the en suite the other. Without thought, her gaze drifted to the bedside table on the left side of the bed, where she kept her extensive selection of toys, her harness, and all the accoutrements required to follow a safe-sex regime.
Bethany chuckled. “I assume that’s where I will find everything I need?” she asked, coming alongside Sarah and running a firm hand down the middle of her back to cup her backside. Sarah shuddered and tried so hard not to lean into that touch, knowing Bethany would withdraw it if she did. How on earth had she misjudged Bethany so? This dominance was way beyond what Sarah had thought she was capable of, and it excited her in ways that left her knees weak.
“Yes,” she whispered, not trusting herself to form more words than that.
“Good,” Bethany murmured against her left ear, and the exquisite shivers that sound elicited sent another gush of wetness flooding between her legs. She was desperate for Bethany to do something about it, but at the same time willed the teasing to continue.
Bethany moved in front of her and sat, almost demurely, on the edge of the bed. Pushing her glasses up slightly with one finger—an action that was mystifyingly sexy to Sarah—she then crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, her palms flat against the bed. The movement pushed her chest upwards slightly, and her enticing cleavage opened up just a little further. Sarah sucked in a deep breath and waited.
Bethany’s gaze roamed slowly over Sarah’s body, starting at her face and working downwards. When it reached the apex of Sarah’s thighs she clenched them tight; the thought of Bethany touching her there, or—preferably—licking, was mind-blowing.
“Undress.” Bethany spoke quietly but somehow with more force than if she’d shouted.
Sarah quivered, and immediately set to work, slowly lifting her T-shirt over her head and smiling to herself behind the fabric as she heard Bethany emit what was almost certainly an involuntary moan as her breasts were revealed. Dropping the T-shirt on the floor, she dared to meet Bethany’s gaze, and nearly choked at the unbridled desire she saw there. She dropped shaking hands to the waistband of her yoga pants and pushed them down her thighs. There was no underwear beneath. She blushed, knowing that her wetness was on full display now.
“Beautiful,” Bethany murmured, and Sarah met her eyes. “You are stunning, Sarah.”
The compliment caressed her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Lay down. On your back.”
Sarah moved quickly, climbing onto the bed beside Bethany and lying as instructed. Bethany stared at Sarah’s body, her focus clearly on the wet folds of Sarah’s pussy.
“Open your legs, Sarah.”
She spread them wide; there was no need for modesty. Bethany wanted her, and Sarah was more than prepared to give her everything that wanting entailed.
Bethany was nodding slowly as she stood and began to peel off her own clothes. She stared at Sarah’s pussy as she removed each article, and Sarah burned with the need for more than looks. Bethany’s gaze was nearly as arousing as a touch, and Sarah would never have known this kind of tease could affect her so. She watched, longing scorching her as Bethany’s amazing body was revealed. Full breasts, pert and firm-looking. A beautiful curve from her waist to her hips, with a delicious little roll of belly just above her underwear. Her thighs were shapely and toned, and Sarah vaguely wondered if she worked out. Then all of her attention was drawn to the underwear Bethany was now removing: white, satin, and unbelievably sexy as it slid down over those glorious hips to drop to the floor at Bethany’s feet. When her lover knelt beside her, Sarah’s eyes nearly glazed over at the sight of Bethany, wearing nothing but a pair of gorgeous heels, perched on the edge of her bed.
Bethany had no idea how she was doing this. Yet it was real; Sarah was gorgeously naked, laid out before her, and hers to do with what she would. The range of possibilities that pushed themselves into her brain were dazzling, and she willed herself to slow down and sort them into some semblance of order. She was, after all, brand new at this domination thing—there was no point trying to run before she could walk. At the moment, making Sarah do as Bethany pleased was the thought that jumped into first place in the queue. Swiftly followed by teasing Sarah until she begged for release.
Reaching out, Bethany ran one hand down the length of Sarah’s body, from her sternum to just above her pussy. Everywhere she touched twitched as she progressed, and she smiled; Sarah was already finding this difficult. Good.
She looked back up at Sarah, saw the aching need etched over her face and deep in her eyes.
“You truly want this, don’t you?” she asked softly, as realisation dawned. “This isn’t just about me, is it?”
Sarah shook her head, her cheeks pink. “Not just about you, no,” she whispered hoarsely. “Taken me a long time to admit, though.”
Her voice cracked as Bethany’s hand trailed over her thighs, forefinger edging as close to her pussy as it could without actually touching.
“Bethany,” Sarah groaned, lifting her hips, and Bethany pulled back, smiling, feeling devilish and loving it.
“No,” she said softly. “Wait.”
Sarah groaned again and flopped back down on the bed.
Taking a deep breath, knowing exactly what she wanted to do next, Bethany inched backwards off the bed and stood. Her own body was crying out for some attention, and she’d make Sarah give it to her, exactly how she’d fantasised.
The bedside cabinet had two drawers. Bethany pulled open the top one and was greeted by an impressive array of dildos, vibrators, and something else she couldn’t identify. Like dildos but smaller and with a distinctly pointed shape.
She lifted one up, and asked, “What are these for?”
Sarah blushed even pinker—which Bethany found incongruous given the toys were in Sarah’s own collection—before saying through a husky throat, “Butt plugs.”
Bethany’s eyes widened. Wow. Okay. Those would definitely see some action later. She put the plug back in the drawer and shut it, opening the second drawer immediately afterwards. This one contained a leather harness for the dildos, some pieces of silk that looked like they’d be very good for tying someone to the metal frame of the bed, a box of latex gloves, one of condoms, and a smaller box of dental dams. And an almost-full bottle of lube. That she could recognise each item was thanks to the website the sex shop ran; Bethany had availed herself of its illuminating tutorials on safe sex only last week. Smiling, she pulled out the silk, one pair of gloves, and a dental dam before closing the drawer and crawling back onto the bed alongside Sarah.
Sarah, who had been very well-behaved and not moved from the position Bethany had left her in, raised her head to see what Bethany held in her hands, then let out a tortured groan. Bethany smiled as she placed the gloves and dam on the bed, then ran the ribbons of silk through her fingers. They were a good length, and had fabric-covered D-rings at one end. Sarah was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and staring as Bethany’s hands manipulated the silks over her fingers and back again. They felt deeply sensuous on Bethany’s hands, but she couldn’t wait to put them to use for their real purpose.
“Yes?” she asked, holding up the ribbons, her heart thumping crazily.
“God, yes.”
It took only a couple of minutes to firmly tie Sarah’s wrists to the bedstead. With her arms spread wide, and her legs open, she looked wanton
ly sexy, and Bethany feared she might actually combust before they got anything started.
“Time to make me feel good,” Bethany said, her voice wobbling slightly—not from lack of confidence, but purely from arousal.
“Yes,” Sarah said, huskily. “Whatever you want.”
Bethany shivered. She carefully lifted her right leg over Sarah and placed the knee on the left side of Sarah’s head. Sarah realised where she was heading and moaned loudly as Bethany’s left leg took up position on the other side of her head. Bethany felt daring, and exposed, and hugely turned on all at once as she grabbed the dental dam and held it in place over her own pussy.
“Lick me, Sarah,” she said, hoarsely, bracing her thighs to support herself as she lowered down onto Sarah’s mouth.
The first touch was exquisite, and Bethany nearly lost her balance as her entire body shuddered. Sarah’s tongue was heavenly as it roamed over Bethany’s swollen pussy, intensely pleasurable as it pushed inside her. Sarah seemed to be everywhere at once, her tongue flicking over every sensitive millimetre, driving Bethany mad with sensation.
“That’s it,” she said, her voice croaky with desire, “lick me hard. Good girl.” She could hardly believe the words came from her mouth; it was liberating to fulfil this need that had blossomed in her.
Sarah’s tongue moved faster. Bethany wanted to come and at the same time not—this felt too good to have it over too quickly. She pulled up slightly, and Sarah craned her neck to continue touching her.
“Not yet,” Bethany panted. “But that’s a very good start.”