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Domination and submission. It was an intimidating dynamic. They had discussed it briefly over dinner, about how Zosia preferred to dominate, and Carol was willing to give being submissive a chance. Honestly, she would have done just about anything that gorgeous woman wanted.
Carol always had a hard time relinquishing control. She valued her autonomy above all else, so giving herself over to someone – willingly no less – was certainly out of her comfort zone. Her trauma around conversion therapy most definitely fed into her apprehension as well. Those ‘therapy sessions’ they hammered into her still reared their ugly head from time to time, no matter how long ago it was. She just prayed none of it would bleed through while she was at Zosia’s mercy.
When Carol thought about domination, it was never someone like Zosia that came to mind. The mild-mannered professor with a gentle touch and a soft voice. The term ‘domination’ brought about images of men slapping women and calling them whores or sluts. Using women for their own pleasure, forcing them into painful positions with rough hands. It certainly wasn’t something she found herself desiring. She found it rather hard to believe Zosia was capable of such things, but then again, Zosia had subverted expectations time and time again.
Carol wasn’t sure what all was in store for her that evening as she followed Zosia to the bedroom. But she wanted to give it a shot. Clearly, Zosia wasn’t satisfied by a little fingering under the covers like Carol had grown accustomed to. And maybe Carol wanted to expand her horizons as well. Surely it wouldn’t be as great as her German sex parties, but Carol would at least give it a shot.
Zosia sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned her over with a gentle pat of the mattress. She sat beside her, willing away any anxiety that threatened to rise. Zosia stroked her hair, encouraging her to take some breaths.
“We can skip the BDSM aspect if you’re nervous.”
Carol shook her head. “No, I want to. I just… I guess I don’t know what to expect.”
Zosia hummed, searching her eyes. “As the submissive in this scenario, you can expect me to take care of you. I will never make you uncomfortable if I can help it. This is all about your pleasure, and I will do everything in my power to make you feel good.”
It was a relief, yet it raised more questions. Carol furrowed her brow.
“What is it?” Zosia pried.
“Well… I guess I just thought that the dominant person was the one getting off. I mean, that’s the whole point, right?”
“Not in the slightest.” She stroked along Carol’s cheekbone and down to her jaw, her eyes following suit. “I would never do these things to you if you didn’t enjoy them. Even if you’re the only one who finishes, your pleasure is my priority.”
Carol scoffed. “I just don’t see how that gets you off.”
A small chuckle slipped out. “Trust me, it gets me off. If I can make you happy, then I’m over the moon.”
Carol thought to argue the point further and suggest a sexual position for their mutual benefit, but she held back. She needed to trust Zosia and let her lead. She was the expert in the field after all. So, Carol held her tongue and accepted her words at face value, in spite of her doubt.
“Did you want to try something new?” Zosia asked, tilting her head with a cockeyed smile. “I have a feeling you’re really going to like it.”
Carol shrugged. “I’ll try anything once.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Zosia went to her dresser. Carol had seen her dig clothing out of the top two drawers dozens of times. But now, she reached for the second drawer from the bottom. She slid it open and rummaged around, metal clinking and wood clunking. Carol craned her neck, but she couldn’t quite see the contents that were making all that racket. Zosia retrieved a leather wrapped handle with long strips of leather trailing down in a cascade of tresses. She returned to her seat on the bed, and handed over the object so Carol could investigate it closer.
“Do you know what this is?” Zosia asked.
Carol combed her fingers through the tresses. “Yeah, a whip. I’ve seen them before.” She raised a brow. “And you’re going to use this on me?”
“If you’d like.” She gently took the handle from Carol’s grasp. “Floggers come in a lot of different forms. This is one of the more gentle ones.”
She took Carol by the wrist and turned her palm up. Slowly, she traipsed the tendrils up and down Carol’s forearm, making her shiver. It tickled more than anything.
“It can be used like a whip if that’s something you desire.” Zosia flicked her wrist, gently slapping the tresses against Carol’s palm. “And I can always go harder upon request.” She winked.
Her heart skipped a beat at the soft slap of the leather. It sent a shockwave down to the desperate heat between her legs. God, she was pathetic. Carol nodded fervently, practically shaking out of anticipation. “Yeah, let’s use this.”
“Excellent. Do you want to – “
She couldn’t stand waiting another moment for her fix. Carol lurched forward, pressing their lips together. She devoured Zosia, hungry and impatient. Tongues swirled, teeth clacked, and hands started to wander on their own accord. She would take her any way she could get her. On the bed, in shackles, at the mercy of whips and chains, anything Zosia could ever want. Carol kissed her harder, ignoring the fact that she was starting to get dizzy.
Zosia dropped the flogger to her lap and pressed her palm to Carol’s chest, urging her to ease off. “Slow,” she warned. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
It was like she could read her mind or something. Carol forced herself to take a deep breath before she kissed her again. Slower. Deeper. That was better. She was more aware of the swipe of Zosia’s tongue and the push and pull that just drew her in further. A subtle moan slipped out between breaths, and Zosia answered with a nip at her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but Zosia was now the one in control of the hot and needy make out session. A hand on Carol’s thigh, holding her steady, and another at the nape of her neck coaxing her to bend to Zosia’s whim.
She kissed her way to the corner of Carol’s mouth, then across her cheek and over to her burning ear. “Stand up for me.”
Carol had been waiting for it to start, for Zosia to take over and dominate her. In her kiss-drunk state, it had taken her a while to realize that it all started the moment they walked in the room. Because Carol didn’t put up a fight. She was already obeying before Zosia even finished her sentence.
Zosia hooked a finger around Carol’s waistband, pulling her between her knees. She trailed up her abdomen, feeling her tepid skin beneath her shirt. Carol twitched at even the slightest graze of Zosia’s fingers.
“You give yourself away, you know?” She smiled, hands moving to unbutton her jeans. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re shaking.”
Carol swallowed hard as she shimmied the tight denim down past her knees. “Yeah well, when you’ve got an absolute smoke show staring at you with ‘fuck me’ eyes, it’s hard not to get a little excited.”
Zosia brought her pants all the way to the floor, then dragged her fingers back up her legs nice and slow. She trailed to Carol’s ass, firmly cupping her with each hand. She leaned forward, peppering kisses along her waistband and lower stomach. Carol felt the urge to take Zosia by the back of the head and show her exactly where to plant those kisses. Instead, she let out a shaky breath and tried to control herself. She needed it bad, but she wanted to trust the process. To trust Zosia again.
“Let’s have you lay across my lap so we can get you taken care of, hm?” Zosia said with the tilt of her head.
Finally. Carol kicked her jeans to the side, and clambered back up onto the bed. Zosia scooted back, making ample room for Carol to spread out on her lap. She pulled up some pillows to support her limbs, and tucked one beneath Carol’s head.
“Comfortable?” Zosia asked.
Carol settled in with her face nestled in the pillows and her ass at her mercy. “Very.”
The familiar sensation of the flogger trailed up her thigh, drifted over her underwear, then moved back down her other leg. She kept it up, working in an elliptical motion, causing Carol to twitch and squirm even more. It felt nice, but she was craving something more intense. Something to ease the unbearable tension.
“Fun fact…”
Jesus Christ, really? Right now?
“…the brain is the largest sex organ. Humans are quite unique in that way. Anticipation, role playing, dirty talk… your mind is more powerful than any physical stimulation.”
Carol let out a snort. “I beg to differ.”
Zosia didn’t skip a beat. “Yet when I requested some manners, you were begging me to fuck you rather politely.”
Carol sucked on her lips and buried her blushing cheeks in the pillows. She knew just how to get to her. Not to mention there was something particularly delicious about hearing her curse.
Zosia hummed, still drawing circles over her hindquarters. “I’m glad I was right about you…”
“About what?” Her voice was muffled in the pillows.
“About you being a challenge.” She flicked her wrist, gently patting the tresses against Carol’s ass. “You’re a bit of a brat.”
She felt a jolt of pleasure at the smack. But as the words processed, she sat up on her elbows and glanced over her shoulder, offended at the accusation. “A brat? I’m not a brat, I’m… I’m stubborn, sure. And sometimes I’ve got a sarcastic comment or two, but – but a brat?”
Zosia was clearly amused at her attempt to deny the very undeniable claim. “It’s ok, Carol. It’s not a bad thing.”
Carol wasn’t sure she followed. Even if it was a playful insult, she couldn’t see how being an alleged brat was a good thing. Her annoyance was quickly remedied with Zosia’s spare hand massaging its way up her spine, and her fingers tangling in her hair. She gently yet firmly pressed Carol’s face back down into the pillows. Her compliance was rewarded with an assuring pat.
“You like being good for me, don’t you?” She asked, still tracing circles with the flogger.
It was embarrassingly true. Zosia’s praise had always done things to her she didn’t quite understand. When those affirmations popped up in the bedroom, it only made Carol’s heart race, and the need between her legs unbearable. So, she hummed in agreement. She enjoyed making her proud.
“I could tell,” Zosia continued. “I like it when you’re good for me too. When you listen. When you behave.” She gave another gentle thwack.
Carol had a flashback to the last time Zosia had told her to behave. When there was a rat in their classroom, and Koumba was mocking Carol for her lack of Spanish. She snapped right back at him, but Zosia stopped her from acting out. She told her to behave, her voice low and suggestive. It all clicked right then, as she was met with yet another spank on the ass. She had been a brat back then, and Zosia had taken pleasure in setting her straight.
Carol had been playing into her hand this whole time. Just a pawn in a game of chess, far too close to see the bigger picture. This dynamic between them started well before Zosia ever got her in bed. Carol started to spiral, questioning how much she had been influenced by her, but Zosia ceased her movements, garnering all of Carol’s attention.
“I want to try something with you,” she said. “I want to make you cum with just one finger.”
It was a tall order. One finger did little to fill her up. Not to mention that she needed some clitoral stimulation to get there anyway.
Carol turned her face to the side. “I – um, I usually need a bit more than that.”
“I don’t think you will.”
Carol tried to sit up more to counter her, but once again, Zosia urged her to lay down in the pillows.
“One finger. The rest will be up to our little friend here,” she gave her another pat on the ass with the flogger, “and my voice. Does that sound fair to you?”
Zosia did have quite a way with words, and that flogger was making her wetter than she cared to admit. She conceded and nodded into the pillows. Zosia turned Carol’s head to the side with a hand under her chin.
“Use your words. I like hearing you.”
“Y-Yeah, that sounds fair.”
Zosia hummed, not fully satisfied. “Can I get a ‘yes ma’am’?”
Even just the request shot a shockwave down to the needy heat between her legs. What the hell was Zosia awakening in her? Carol swallowed hard, her voice wavering ever so slightly.
“Yes ma’am. That sounds fair.”
“Much better,” she purred. The flogger returned, gently teasing, and Zosia checked in one last time. “Is there anything that you’ve disliked or anything that’s made you uncomfortable so far?”
She shook her head before quickly remembering Zosia’s request. “No ma’am. You can hit me harder with that too, you know? I don’t mind being roughed up a bit. Full steam ahead.”
“Let me know if it’s too much steam.” There was a smile behind her annoyance, and another smack of the flogger, slightly harder than before.
A grunt slipped out at the light sting on her ass. She had been spanked before, but it was more of an action performed in the heat of the moment. A little something special while face down in the mattress taking a few inches of silicone. It was quite different being laid out on Zosia’s lap with all of the focus on the disciplining action. Maybe there was a little bit of truth to what Zosia had said about the power of her mind, because there was no reason for the punishing leather to be exciting her that much.
Zosia hooked Carol’s briefs in the crook of her finger, effectively bunching them like a wedgie, and exposing more skin. The uncharted territory was swiftly met with the thwap of leather, and Carol jumped a little. As she relaxed back down, Zosia held the thin fabric tight, drastically increasing the pressure between her legs. Carol whimpered and squirmed as her prayers were answered. Finally, a little relief.
“You just can’t hold still, can you?” Zosia clicked her tongue. “Give it a try. Hold still for me.”
Thwack.
Carol jumped again. She hit her even harder that time, it was impossible not to squirm.
“Oh Carol…” The tresses tickled across her reddening cheeks. “I wasn’t asking. Hold. Still.”
Carol braced herself.
Thwack.
She didn’t jump that time. She did as she was told, then let out a shaky exhale as the sting dissipated into pleasure. The flogger was replaced with a warm hand kneading the roughed up flesh.
“There you go, good girl,” Zosia cooed. She gave her underwear another tug, rewarding her good behavior. “I knew you could do it. Now show me just how good you are at listening.”
The leather returned with another hard thwack. Carol gripped the pillow beneath her, but didn’t flinch. A low growl rumbled in her chest as she absorbed the sting, anxiously awaiting another strike. She took another, and then another, each strike interlaced with praise for her obedience and slight digs at her desperation.
“Look at you trying so hard to be good… aren’t you so proud of yourself?... let me hear how much you love it…”
The strikes no longer stung against her overworked flesh. Each whip was like a shock to her nether regions, and left her eagerly awaiting the next one. Combine that with Zosia’s smooth voice lulling her into submission, and Carol was in a completely different headspace. She let out the noises she had been suppressing, and it earned her a pleased hum from her attentive dom.
“Just like that,” Zosia gave her another tug. “Let it all out.”
“F-Fuck…” Carol mumbled.
There was another thwack against her ass, and despite being just as heavy as the others, it wasn’t enough this time. She needed more. So much more. She started to arch into the blows, desperate for Zosia to give in and hit her like she meant it. But instead of more intensity, the flogging came to a halt, and Carol whined out of frustration.
Zosia’s tone was grim. “Still.”
Carol sunk back down onto Zosia’s lap, grumbling into the pillows as she went. The action didn’t go unnoticed. Fingers raked up through her mess of hair, then clutched a handful. Zosia pulled her back out of the pillows, stern but not cruel.
“Did you have something to say?”
Carol swallowed hard. The gentle hair pulling and scolding was only adding to her desire. She struggled to form a coherent thought for a moment. It took immense concentration to say what she was thinking. “Harder. I want you to hit me harder, ma’am…” She caught Zosia’s eyes over her shoulder. “Please?”
Evidently she was a very good girl, because Zosia indulged her request with vigor. Even as Carol jumped at the new intensity, she wasn’t scolded, only given more delicious strikes to her bright red cheeks. Each swat was only making her more and more desperate. Carol arched back into it, letting all of her thoughts tumble out of her loose lips.
“Fuck… yes… harder… please…” Her request was granted. Even just the sound of the harsh contact was enough to make anyone flinch. Carol let out a squeak at the intense sting, but she didn’t yield. She wanted even more, but her mind was too foggy to even form a sentence. All she could do was stick her ass out and beg. “Please, please, please…”
Carol thought Zosia might appreciate her manners, but nothing could have prepared her for just how much she appreciated them. Carol was so lost in the act, she hadn’t even noticed that Zosia switched the flogger to her nondominant hand. The needy, wet heat that had accumulated between her legs was suddenly met with a breeze. She didn’t have time – nor the wherewithal – to question it before Zosia pressed inside.
Her eyes flew open as a jolt of pleasure shocked her system. Zosia reached inside with her slender finger, pressing in just the right spot. She curled up into her a few times, and Carol nearly collapsed. Another hard strike, followed by another delicious curl of her finger, and it was all over.
Carol’s whines reached a higher register as all of her muscles tensed. She buried her cries of pleasure into the pillows as Zosia fucked her over the edge and helped her ride out her high. Waves kept crashing into her over and over again until she finally fell into a senseless puddle on Zosia’s lap. Her knuckles were white from gripping the sheets, and her ass was cherry red.
Zosia slid out from her walls, still pulsing with aftershocks. She leaned down, peppering kisses all over the raised flesh, gently massaging the most tender areas. She was a little breathless and shaky too.
“You did amazing, Carol. Just relax. Take some deep breaths.”
She did as instructed. “Y-Yes ma’am…”
Zosia let out a muted laugh. “It’s ok, the scene is over. You can talk normally now.”
“Oh my fucking God,” she groaned, eager to share her senseless thoughts. “That was… wow… and then when you… Jesus… I can’t feel my ass…”
Zosia laughed a bit more liberally. She gently slid out from under her, careful not to rub her tender cheeks too hard. She gave Carol a quick peck on the forehead before slipping out to fetch a cool, wet towel and a bottle of red Gatorade.
Carol jumped at the sudden change in temperature, then let out a long exhale as the towel pulled the heat from her tepid skin. Zosia knelt beside the bed, brushing Carol’s hair from her face. She cracked open the bottle and held it up.
It took Carol a couple of tries to properly balance on her elbow. Once her shaky arms were steady enough, she accepted the cool drink. Carol smacked her lips, eyes narrowing at the bottle. “Since when do you like Gatorade?”
“I don’t. I just noticed some empty bottles in your car a few times, so I thought I’d keep some here for you. Red is your favorite, right?”
Carol slowly nodded, taking another sip. She hadn’t expected to find such profound affection reflected in a bottle of Gatorade. It was such a small act of romance, yet it touched her deeply. How odd it was to be considered at all.
Zosia searched her eyes. “How are you feeling? Was any of it too much?”
“No, no, I feel…” Carol took a moment to take stock of herself. “I feel very satisfied. That was… that was really fun.” She couldn’t help the smile spreading on her face.
Her grin was contagious. Zosia hopped up into bed, properly cuddling against her, and easing her out of that submissive state. Carol found herself trembling, and Zosia covered her lower half in a blanket, assuring her it was normal when coming down from a more intense scene.
“You keep calling it that,” Carol said from her reclined position. “A scene. Like we’re in a play or something.”
Zosia gave it a moment of thought. “I suppose, in a way, we are. We each play a role. The dominant and the submissive. I tell you what I want you to do, you choose whether or not you want to behave, and I react accordingly. I can be stern, but I can also be kind. Just like how you can be good or a brat.” She gave Carol a wink. “Emotions can run high, and it’s important to make sure we’re still connected afterwards. I want to make sure you know that your life is your own. Outside of the bedroom, I’m not your keeper. We’re just people who like to play these parts. It’s all for fun.”
Carol took another sip of her Gatorade as she pondered her words. She let herself relax, the warmth of Zosia’s body grounding her and bringing her back to reality. It was hard to believe that just that morning her anxiety had convinced her that Zosia was moving back to Poland. She started to think that perhaps she should get back on her anxiety meds.
“Do you feel rested?” Zosia asked, slowly scratching up and down Carol’s arm.
“My ass is a little tender, but yeah. I suppose so.”
“Good.” She sat up a bit more. “Because I’m just getting started with you.”
She all but choked on her drink. She coughed into her fist a few times. “Just getting started?”
“Yes?” Zosia stifled a laugh. “You didn’t think that was all we were doing, did you?”
Carol swallowed hard.
This woman was going to eat her alive.
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“Comfortable?”
Carol gave the fuzzy cuffs above her head a little tug. “As comfortable as I can be.”
She should have expected to find herself stark naked with her wrists bound to the headboard. Handcuffs and spanking. Zosia had taken it as a to-do list rather than a shy admission. Carol was still a little floaty from her previous orgasm, and she had a feeling that whatever was coming was going to leave her completely spent.
She watched as Zosia stalked around the bed, still fully clothed. The power dynamic was palpable between them, yet Carol wasn’t as shy about her nudity as she had been the first time. Zosia’s eyes, with her hooded lids and amplified pupils, were paying her plenty of compliments. It gave Carol enough of an ego boost to speak up.
“Like what you see?”
“I love it,” Zosia purred. She crawled up on the bed, sitting on her knees between Carol’s spread ones. “I have to admit, I was a little too eager to get into things earlier, and I forgot something rather important. Vital, actually.”
“And what’s that?”
“A safe word.”
Carol let out a snort, but based on Zosia’s reaction, she quickly deduced that it wasn’t a laughing matter. “Sorry, I guess I just don’t see the point.”
“In case something gets too intense and we need to stop.” She absently drew circles on Carol’s leg, speaking very matter-of-factly. “I don’t play without one.”
“Can’t I just say ‘stop’? That seems a lot easier than trying to remember a special word.”
“’Stop’ can mean a lot of different things, Carol. It could mean ‘stop twisting my arm that way’, ‘stop, I’m feeling faint’, or ‘stop, I’m about to cum’… it’s…” She searched for the right adjective.
“Ambiguous?”
“Exactly,” she smiled. “Sometimes the scene might even involve using the word ‘stop’. So, the last thing I’d want to do is ignore you using the safe word.”
Carol hummed, getting a little impatient. “Alright, I get it. So I have to come up with some word?”
“You could.” Zosia shrugged. “Or we could just use the traffic light system. Green means good to keep going, yellow mean slow down and check in with one another, red means everything stops. Immediately. The scene is over.”
“Let’s do that,” she nodded.
“Repeat it back to me.”
“Huh?”
Zosia was rather serious. “Repeat the rules back to me. I need to know that you know them.”
“Red, full stop. Yellow, check in. Green, full steam ahead.”
“Good. And how are you feeling right now?”
Carol smirked, pantomiming a steam whistle with her bound hands once more, toot and all. Zosia was only mildly annoyed. She crawled over top of Carol, but instead of planting a kiss, she reached into her nightstand.
Carol’s heart pounded relentlessly as she wondered what new toy Zosia was going to pull out. She could imagine quite a few. Vibrators, dildos, clamps, and whips. But she had a feeling it was going to be something completely alien. Some strange device she picked up in Paris or Paraguay, destined to show Carol sensations she didn’t even know her body was capable of. She held her breath, preparing for the worst. Zosia crawled back to her place between Carol’s legs, clutching a small black ring.
It was a hair tie.
“What’re you gonna do with that?” Carol asked with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity in her voice.
Zosia merely raised a brow as she reached her hands back and started tying up her hair. “I’m going to taste every inch of you.”
Carol gulped as she cinched her pony tight. Zosia leaned forward, kissing just below Carol’s navel. She glanced up, her lips brushing against her skin as she spoke.
“Is that ok with you, Professor Sturka?”
She nodded fervently. “Very ok.”
Zosia took her permission and ran with it. She flattened her tongue against Carol’s stomach, and ran one, long trail up her abdomen. Slowly, she drug her way up her sternum, then the column of her neck where her pulse raced like wildfire under Zosia’s tongue. She finally reached Carol’s burning ear, letting her lips pop right against it.
“Piękna,” she whispered, then licked up the cusp of Carols’ ear. “You’re beautiful.”
Despite being incredibly turned on, the compliment touched her heart more than her libido. There was just something about the simplicity of it, and the way Zosia had said it so straight. It felt less like sensual talk, and more like a fact. For a split second, Carol thought she was going to tear up, but she quickly willed it away.
She kissed her way across Carol’s cheeks, planting a smooch on each eyelid, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth. It was slow and passionate. Carol tried to chase her lips as they drifted away, but her restraints kept her from following the bliss.
Zosia kissed her way back down her neck and across her shoulder. She licked up her bicep, punctuating her admiration with a peck at the precipice.
“Do you work out?” She asked.
Carol nearly forgot to answer. “Oh, y-yeah, a little.”
“I can tell.” The smile in her voice was obvious. “You have a splendiferous physique.”
Carol let out a snort, blushing at the compliment. She never thought much of her physique, let alone expected Zosia of all people to admire it. Of course, there had to be a bit of ridicule thrown in there for fun. “You’re never going to let go of that, are you?”
“No. You’re much too fun to tease.”
Her other side received the same amount of admiration from Zosia’s mouth. Anticipation started to build as she traced her way back over to Carol’s chest. She did a wide lap around the curve of her breast, slowly climbing to the peak. She stopped right at the top.
“I haven’t heard much out of you.”
“Oh, sorry,” she stammered. The kisses and licks had been erotic, but not nearly intense enough to draw a moan out of her.
“Tell me all about your turn ons. I want details. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Zosia waited patiently until Carol started.
“Um, well I enjoyed the spanking, as you know. I’m sure that says something about my childhood,” she quipped. Despite her sarcasm, she was rewarded with a swipe of the tongue across her nipple. She shuttered before continuing. “Kissing. Kissing is nice. Who doesn’t like kissing?”
Zosia continued to lap at her nipple. She sucked it up between her teeth, scraping at the tender bud, and making Carol’s chest lurch. Once again, the restraints kept her from moving too far.
“Biting,” Carol continued, her voice slightly strained as Zosia kissed to the opposite side, spreading out her attention and applying more pressure. “That’s right, I don’t mind a little biting. Guess you kind of have to be a masochist to be a writer, am I right? Some days it’s like pulling teeth.”
“You’re getting off topic,” Zosia mumbled against her breast.
“Right, right,” Carol cleared her throat, trying to focus on what she was saying rather than the sensation, and failing horrendously. “I like, um… I like the way you’re sucking on my boobs.” She was rewarded with a hard suck, sending a shockwave through her body. “Y-Yeah… and that thing you were doing with your tongue…”
Zosia repeated the aforementioned maneuver, drawing a shiver from her taunt body. Carol was catching on quick. None of these games with her were straight forward. She was at Zosia’s mercy, and she had to be good and obey if she wanted any sort of relief. And Zosia wanted Carol to ask for it.
“And I like it when you kissed my lower stomach,” Carol said. Zosia slowly made her way down and her heart was racing. “Yeah… the way your lip balm sticks to me, slow to release. Slow to let go of me. Your tongue darts out, kissing my most intimate places. Places only you get to taste…”
It was like she cracked the fucking Da Vinci Code. Zosia’s chin brushed against her bush as she planted wet kisses. She settled in between Carol’s legs, lips moving down her inner thigh. Closer to where she needed her, but not close enough. Carol tried to lead the horse to water once again with more colorful language, but she wouldn't drink. It wasn’t quite that simple. She needed to get creative.
“I’d love to see what all the fuss is about. You say you’ve had lovers in every corner of the world, but I mean, were you really that good? Because I think you’re all talk.”
Zosia shot her a dark look up through her brows. If looks could fuck, Carol would be an absolute wreck. Something akin to fear fluttered in her chest, making her heart race, and most confusing of all, it made her walls clench around absolutely nothing. Maybe Zosia really could fuck her with her eyes.
“You should watch how you speak to me,” Zosia asserted, her voice low and commanding.
Her words made Carol hesitate. She remembered the last time Zosia had withheld pleasure, bringing her right up to the edge over and over until she completely fell apart. It was frustrating, but most certainly worth the orgasm. If that was the worst that Zosia could come up with, Carol most certainly didn’t mind.
“I’ll talk to you however I damn well please.”
Zosia lifted her head. Her expression was unreadable, and there was only a suggestion of brown around her pupils. Carol held her gaze, heat building in her low belly at that intense stare. She wasn’t going to back down now.
“Do you remember our traffic light?” Zosia asked.
That was off script. At least from the potential lines Carol had drafted in her mind. “Yeah?” She said tentatively.
“Good.”
Without another word, Zosia buried her face between her thighs. She licked up the length of her in one firm stroke, and Carol’s head fell back into the pillow.
“Fuck…”
It was definitely worth the wait. She thought maybe Zosia would hold out on her, but she was giving it her all. She lapped up all of the wetness that had been building and pooling on the mattress, suddenly full of vigor. She honed in on Carol’s clit with laser precision, making her jump at the overwhelming pressure. She sucked it up between her teeth, and flicked the swollen nerve mercilessly with her tongue. Carol’s breath caught in her throat as Zosia settled into a rhythm that could only be described as life changing. In a series of sucks and licks, Zosia teased and pleased her pussy, pulling out all of the stops.
Plenty of expletives slipped from Carol’s lips, along with all of the other noises Zosia was coaxing out of her. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Zosia to stop and make her ask properly, but there were no breaks. It was all gas as Zosia floored it right to the cliff.
“Z-Zosh… shit… slow down, I’m – I’m gonna cum…”
Her warning wasn’t heeded. Carol lifted her head just enough to see what the hell she was doing down there. Zosia was buried deep, mouth working furiously as she stared Carol down, daring her to cum in her mouth.
All at once, the tension snapped, and Carol cried out with a sharp whine. She curled in on herself instinctually, but Zosia’s firm grip on her thighs and the cuffs around her wrists kept her from moving too far. Zosia didn’t let up as she fucked Carol through her orgasm until the mind-blowing pleasure finally waned.
She started breathing again, shaky but even as she started to recuperate. The sensation of Zosia’s mouth quickly became overwhelming.
“Ok, ok, I’m good…”
Her words were meaningless. If anything, Zosia only sucked harder. Carol hissed as she flicked her clit with her tongue, steadily feasting like a starving wolf. Maybe that was the look she had seen in Zosia’s eyes. A wild animal.
Carol swallowed hard as she realized her intentions.
Zosia wanted her to cum again.
She certainly wasn’t going to complain about more orgasms, but normally she took a break in between. The sensation was intense, and even as she tried to pull her hips back for a little reprieve, Zosia held her firmly in place. Carol instinctively went to reach for Zosia’s head to encourage her to slow, but the cuffs caught. She was trapped.
The traffic light. This was why she had brought it up again. Carol could just say ‘yellow’ and she would let off. ‘Red’ if she really wanted to stop. Judging by how adamant Zosia was about the inclusion of a safe word, Carol had no doubt she would honor it. She trusted Zosia. With her body, with her heart, with her flesh between her teeth. She trusted her.
“Green…” Carol rasped.
Suddenly, her ass was up in the air. Zosia, with a surprising amount of strength, held Carol’s legs up in the air, mouth never disconnecting from that sweet heat. She sat on her knees, positioned above her rather than below, staring down at the overstimulated woman sprawled against the mattress. She sucked harder, and Carol hissed.
“Ah! Ok, ok, I get it! Y-You’re really good at this, you proved your point,” she stammered, voice strained from the dynamic position.
Zosia clearly had much more to prove. She didn’t bat an eye nor miss a beat as she continued to devour her. Carol squirmed and writhed, the overstimulation was becoming blinding. But she didn’t want to stop, as pleasure was starting to bleed through. She could feel it approaching. That blissful state.
“I – I’m sorry!” Carol yelped. She wasn’t sure what Zosia wanted to hear, and her mind was a complete mess. She was shouting just about anything. “I’ll be good, I – I swear! Please!”
Burning, warmth, and indescribable sensations radiated through her body, all emanating from Zosia’s swollen lips on her swollen cunt. The cuffs were cutting into her as she strained against them, becoming desperate for a second release. Carol just knew she would take her there. The edge was approaching, and Zosia floored it.
Carol cried out as the orgasm ripped through her mercilessly. She tensed up, desperate to ride it out through the burning pleasure. The pure intensity made her legs shake a humiliating amount. Even her bottom lip was trembling, and tears weren’t far behind. Just when she thought Zosia was going to try for a third round, she pulled back, giving her that break she had been begging for. She let Carol’s legs fall to the mattress as she was still trembling and twitching from the aftershocks. Even with her mouth gone, she was still throbbing. Zosia climbed up, swollen lips planted against hers, the taste of her own pleasure mingling in her mouth as Zosia swiped her tongue between her teeth. It was intoxicating, but unfortunately, it didn't last very long. Just as soon as she had arrived, Zosia was gone again. Carol rested there a moment, still reeling, as she waited for Zosia to return with more kisses and cuddles. But she didn't.
As she laid there, coming back to reality, catching her breath, and shedding a single tear, she noticed someone standing beside the bed. She blinked a few times, realizing it was only Zosia. She hadn’t even noticed her get off the bed. Let alone take off her clothes. Zosia’s eyes were black and glassy as she pulled off her final article. Her drenched underwear.
“Caught your breath?” She asked.
Carol nodded apprehensively, boneless and still chained to the bed. Her voice was faint. “I don’t think I can do another…”
“You don’t have to. It’s my turn.”
Zosia hopped up on the bed, a knee planted on either side of her head. Carol’s eyes widened at the expansive sight above her. She wished she could take a picture.
Zosia gave Carol’s face a little pat, garnering her love-drunk companion’s attention. “You’re going to hold still for me while I take this. If you need to stop, just bite me. Hard.”
Carol swallowed thickly and nodded. "Y-Yes ma'am -"
Zosia wasted no time. She settled her dripping heat against Carol’s mouth, and started rocking her hips. She let out a heavenly groan, quickly settling into a rhythmic grind. Carol should have been spent, but her sore clit twinged as she tasted her on her tongue. How pathetic.
“You sure like to run that mouth of yours,” Zosia puffed. She tangled a hand in Carol’s hair, holding her head for balance. “You ready to be a good girl for me?”
Carol hummed in agreement.
“Then you’re going to hold still. This is my mouth to fuck. You hear me? Mine.”
Mine.
God, it was like gasoline to a fire.
Zosia let her knees spread further, sinking down and fully enveloping Carol’s mouth. She grinded down relentlessly, picking up the pace. When she wasn’t smashing against Carol’s nose, the poor thing could catch a quick breath. She didn’t mind though. Carol would sooner suffocate than stop Zosia from riding her face and claiming her.
A low groan tumbled from Zosia’s lips still coated in Carol’s essence. There were most certainly some Polish swears slipping out between her grunts of effort as well. She gripped Carol’s hair harder. She had a feeling it wasn’t going to last much longer.
“What was her name?” Zosia rasped out, almost unrecognizable. “Kurwa mać – What the fuck was her name?”
She lifted off and Carol gasped for air. She hadn’t a clue what Zosia was asking, so she stuttered and stammered for clarification. She was quickly answered with Zosia’s heat pressed right back up against her, moving even faster than before.
“That’s what I thought. Can’t even fucking remember her when I’m in your mouth. She doesn’t taste as good as me, does she? I’m the only one who gets you like this. You hear me? You… you’re…”
Laxmi. She was talking about Laxmi.
The realization hit just as Zosia hit the point of no return. She gripped Carol with both hands, legs wide, and hips unforgiving as she rode her mouth right over the edge. Her jaw was sore, and her lungs were on fire as Zosia jerked and thrashed against her. Carol didn’t want to stop it just when things were getting good, but with her hands bound and her lungs screaming for air, she was starting to panic. She was left with no choice. She gave the slightest bite, and Zosia popped off of her in an instant.
“I’m sorry!” She searched Carol’s face, immediately undoing the cuffs. She was breathless, her hands were shaking, and sweat was dripping from her brow. “Are you ok? Does something hurt?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Carol panted, slowly bringing her aching arms back down by her sides. “Just needed some oxygen was all.”
There was a bit of panic on her face as she looked Carol over. Like she was on the verge of tears. Carol reached up, cupping her face. Grounding her.
“Hey, are you alright?”
Zosia nodded, slowly sinking back onto the mattress. She closed her eyes, clearly trying to will away whatever emotion was overtaking her. Carol coaxed her to lay beside her. She was shaking from more than just the aftershocks. Whatever happened, it struck some kind of nerve, and Carol wanted to make sure to mend it however she could.
“Breathe. You’re ok. You’re right here with me.” She swiped away some strands of hair that were glued to her forehead with sweat. She wasn’t sure what else to say, so she tried to put a positive spin on everything. “That was really really good, by the way. I loved every second of it.”
Zosia flashed a smile, but her gaze was somewhere else. Unreachable. Her hand still reached for Carol, though. An unbreakable habit it would seem. She wrapped her arm around Carol’s, tethering herself to something palpable. Carol just held on, waiting for whatever overcame her to pass. She leaned over to the nightstand, snagging the glass of water Zosia had sat there earlier.
“Here, drink.”
Zosia just about chugged the whole glass. She handed it back, and Carol finished it off. There were a few minutes of silence, as they held onto each other and relaxed, waiting for the wave of emotions to pass.
“So, you loved every second of it, hm?” Zosia turned to her, finally appearing more present.
“Oh yeah. It was…” she let out a low whistle. “Well, if I had to pick an adjective, I’d say splendiferous.”
Zosia stifled a laugh, and Carol could finally take a breath. She was back.
“You did very well yourself, Carol. Especially when I was pushing you.” She bit her lip. “Sorry I got a little carried away there at the end.”
Carol scoffed. It was insane how she had gone from a dominating presence riding her face right back to the mild-mannered people-pleasing Zosia. It was like a damn magic trick. And to think she was apologizing for the single sexiest thing that had ever happened to Carol was absolutely astonishing.
“No, no, don’t apologize. That was my favorite part. Having you like that on top of me… chills.” She showed off the gooseflesh on her arms. “It was hot, Zo. Really hot. Seriously, don't apologize.”
She smiled softly, stroking her arm. “Do you need another turn?”
“Jesus, no,” Carol snorted. “What I need is a cigarette and a shower.”
Zosia let out a chuckle. She settled in with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. “I could go for a shower too. But not just yet. I want to stay here a while longer.”
Carol curled right up against her. She wanted to stay too. She’d stay with Zosia as long as she’d have her. Forever, if she was lucky.