Don't Be Shy 30

Lena opened a drawer. Inside was a length of chain. Gleaming chrome chain. Kara felt disassociated, absent from herself. She knew arousal, but was it hers or Lena’s? One thing was certain: wherever she was now, her neuroses, her misgivings, they were all in her old body. They couldn’t reach her up on whatever cloud this was.

Kara took the chain. She hooked the end onto the clip dangling from her collar. Faintness flowed behind her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered before she managed to focus her gaze on Lena. Seeing that Lena’s breathing was hitched like her own, slapping against the inside of her mask, gushing through the edge, stirring an errant lock of hair that ran down her cheek…

Kara took the rest of the coiled chain and held it out to Lena. Lena took it with a trembling hand; Kara could only imagine how that translated into the girl under all that self-control. How fast her heart must be racing, how quickly her lungs were pumping…

Lena took most of the chain under her arm. She put a hand on the length that stretched between her and Kara. With a steady, careful grip on it, she pulled Kara along. Kara held back just enough to make Lena draw on it, pressuring the collar around her throat. It was her decision to go with Lena, but she still let Lena make her do it.

Lena brought her to the bed. She wound the chain around the bedpost. “There’s a lock in the nightstand.”

There was more than one lock. Kara picked one at random. The metal was colder than the leather had been. It seemed to burn her fingers. She clicked it shut on the chain, binding it to the bed. Binding her to the bed.

Lena peeled back the covers. She slid under them. A practiced motion she did without ever taking her eyes off of Kara.

“Is there something else you’d like me to do?” Kara asked. If it counted as a question when she just wanted to hear Lena’s voice, know there was another way she could please her mistress.

Lena shook her head. “I’m done asking you to do things. Now you just do them.”

She took hold of the chain. She pulled.

Kara resisted only so it would take a few seconds before she climbed into bed with Lena. A feeling like this she had to savor.

***

After, Lena kept some of the chain wound around her hand. Kara laid there, staring at her hand, her forefinger curled through one of the links. Because as firmly as the chain held her, Lena wanted to hold her just a little tighter.

***

Kara woke in the middle of the night. She saw Lena in a sliver of moonlight. She’d wound the chain around the arm, around herself, and she slept with her hand next to her on the pillow, holding a handful of chain like it was a child’s teddy bear. If her eyes were open, she could’ve looked at Kara through the links.

Careful not to rattle the chain, not to make any noise, Kara reached under the covers and under her clothes and she proved to herself how much she wanted this.

***

Faint light suffused the room, filtered through gauzy curtains that kept it from doing more than gently caressing the eye. And the sight of Lena could never be harsh. She had let go of the chain, playing it back and forth on the bedspread like a pet snake. Kara stretched, putting herself on the extreme of the chain, so when Lena fingered it, she felt the tug on her collar.

“This bed smells like cunt,” Lena purred, and Kara didn't think she'd ever get tired of the way her mistress said that word. “Did you have a little wet dream?”

Kara felt heat rise in her cheeks. She was blushing. A blushing prostitute. “I didn't want to wake you.”

“It would've been an interesting way to wake up. You humping my leg, desperate for relief…”

Kara cast her eyes downward. She knew her face must be bright red. “I wouldn't… hump…”

“Another day, another dollar,” Lena said cheerily. If ever there was someone Kara wouldn't think was a morning person…

Lena hopped out of bed, her nightgown flicking up before settling back over her ass. She went to a flower print on the wall and took it down. There was a safe behind it. Lena typed a code into the keypad. The safe trilled and clonked unlocked. Lena swung the thick door open and reached inside for a fat envelope. She tossed it onto the bed.

“Five thousand dollars. For services rendered.”

“Lena, c'mon. All I did yesterday was… you know… help out a friend.” The flush was still on Kara's face, but now it felt sweaty. It was one thing to be paid for sex, but she wouldn't take money for being a person.

“I paid you to be available to me. You were. And I used you. You deserve to be paid for that.”

“I don't agree.” Kara picked up the envelope and held it out to Lena. “Come on. Take it back.”

“Tell you what.” Lena reached into the safe again. “Ten thousand today. For additional duties.”

“What kind of duties?”

“I'm tired of my old desk. I want a new one.”

***

Kara remembered cuddling with Lena on the couch. Feeling Lena’s touch not so much as a physical sensation, but as a constant… ebbing and flowing, but always there. Always so close she could touch it, even when she couldn't touch it.

But she thought she liked this more. Naked, on her hands and knees, with Lena’s laptop on her back. Lena sitting on the couch beside her, typing, reading, clicking. Little keypresses going through the slender computer, prickling her spine and running across her vertebrae. Little beeps sounding right next to her ear, it seemed like. Echoing inside her skull. Making her strain to hear Lena’s breathing, her blood in her veins, her heart marking its rhythm against her ribcage.

Sometimes, Lena took her left hand off the keyboard. She moved it over to Kara’s ass and explored the taut flesh like it was a buffet laid out for her, one she was sampling rather than feasting on. Her hands glazed over the little tingles of sweat at the small of Kara’s back… massaging it into the skin of her ass… ran down the curve of her buttocks. She squeezed sometimes, agreeably molding the flesh and Kara would whimper, shutting her eyes and remembering that Lena touched her like that when she was inside her. Holding her close. Making sure that the pleasure of being merged couldn’t go away, for either of them, until it reached its ultimate expression.

Kara hoped that Lena was enjoying herself that way now. She could hear Lena’s breath—it rushed sometimes, sometimes became a held gasp. She didn’t know what changed. Sometimes Lena would almost pet the silky flesh of her ass, sometimes she’d massage it. Sometimes she seemed to lose all interest, only resting her hand there, tapping her fingers on bare skin as if it were of no more interest to her than what made up the tile beneath her feet. Kara thought that had to be when Lena needed to really pay attention to something on her damnable laptop. But then it’d go back to being something she could do on autopilot and her hand would stroke Kara again, pleasure her again, put a hitch in Lena’s breath again…

Kara thought she got it. It was her. When she shuddered, when she sighed—it excited Lena. It got Kara rewarded.

Kara knew better than to try to fake the pleasure; that wasn’t what Lena wanted. But knowing that Lena was fixated on her arousal, that… it did things to her. Made her sensitive. Made her slick. And almost inevitably, Lena reached down, tracing a glancing finger along the wetness of Kara’s mons.

Kara sucked in breath. Lena went “mmm.”

Kara wanted to bash her head against the floor. So frustrating, being on display like this, offered up to Lena, but only getting the most cursory attention. Even a flicker more interest would get her off. Maybe that was what Lena was trying to teach her. How good it was when she gave herself to Lena. But she thought Lena was also enjoying it. Withholding and denying and rewarding only at the very last moment, when Kara’s frustration was at its greatest. Turning all her aggravation suddenly into the most gluttonous delight.

Kara felt Lena’s finger, wet with her, trace over the fullness of her cheek. Then it borrowed between her buttocks. At her ass, touching a tender, virgin opening. Fingertip pushing. Kara recoiled and the touch became a spank, flat of the palm rapping sharply where she was roundest.

The pain only made Kara more flustered. It sunk into her, offering a kind of relief from her pervasive arousal—cutting it, separating it, like a brief blast of normalcy that reminded Kara just how turned on she really was. How much more she wanted. She remembered how she’d come that first night, Lena sampling her like most people would snitch a taste of frosting off a cake. And she wiggled her ass, soundlessly asking for Lena to go back and try again. This time, she’d let her do what she wanted. Now that she knew it was what she wanted to.

Instead, Lena’s hand went between Kara’s legs again. It ran over her slit as lightly as a feather and still ended up soaked. Kara’s eyelids fluttered. There was no pretending she wasn’t dripping. She could feel it running down her thighs.

“I think you’re wetter than before, cheerleader. What do you think made you that way? Was it the finger in the ass? Or the spanking?”

Kara tried to speak and realized she was slobbering like a hungry dog. A track of saliva ran out of the corner of her lips. “I… I think it was realizing what you can do to me.”

Lena used her right hand to wipe Kara’s mouth. There was no need for her to prod further. They were past those games. Kara had spent hours on her knees and it had all been foreplay. “Anything I want.”

“Anything you want, Mistress,” Kara agreed. How could she not?

Lena stood. She cracked her neck from side to side. Then she took the laptop off Kara’s back and placed it on one of the couch cushions. “I think I could do with a snack. Something to drink, too. You may visit the restroom, if you like. If you want to stretch, you have five minutes.”

Kara stayed on all fours. When Lena came back, it was with a bowl of pretzels and a water bottle.

“Would you like some?” she asked, holding a pretzel under Kara’s nose.

Kara ate it. Lena’s hand was freshly clean, not quite dry from a towel. It smelled of soap. Kara thought it should smell of her.

They ate that way for a while; Lena feeding herself, feeding Kara, filling out some form on her laptop. The computer chugged and whirred, a vibrant heat from one of Kara’s shoulder blades to the other. Lena uncapped the bottle and drank from it, then held the mouth of it up to Kara’s lips. Kara drank with Lena gently tilting the bottle. Lena screwed the cap back onto it. Then she touched Kara’s sex again. Two fingers went inside and there wasn’t enough air in the world for Kara to get into her lungs.

“Not just wet, but hot,” Lena observed. “I remember sitting on this couch with you, watching a movie. I must be a poor mistress—what you really wanted was to be down there, isn’t it? My footrest, perhaps? Would you be a good footrest, Kara? Would you not beg, even when being my footrest gets you dripping wet?”

“I… I don’t…” Impossible to think with Lena’s fingers there. They weren’t even moving, they weren’t fucking her, they were just there. And she was so wet. Making it so easy for her mistress. Such a good girl, but she wasn’t getting rewarded…

“Don’t what?” Lena asked. She slid her fingers back a little, just a little, and that was enough torture to make Kara answer.

“Don’t want to choose, Mistress. I liked it when you held me. But I’d like being your footrest too.”

Lena took her fingers away. Kara didn’t whimper; she wasn’t a brat. And she knew—she just knew—that Lena wasn’t punishing her. She was rewarding her… Just have to be patient, cheerleader…

“I don’t need a footrest right now.” Lena’s fingers moved between Kara’s buttocks. To her hole. To a light touch, then a pressure, then an intrusion. “I need a slut. A good little fuckable hole. Is that what you are, Kara? Are you my little fuck hole?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said, clenching her anus against Lena’s fingers.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little.”

“You have to let yourself relax, Kara, like you did before,” Lena said, pushing rigid fingers into Kara’s tight asshole.

“Do you do this to all the girls? Do they love it?”

Lena twisted her fingers. “If they don’t love it, they’re not my girls.”

“I love it, Mistress. I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to know I can take—”

“Hold on,” Lena interrupted. “I have an e-mail.”

“Now?” Kara demanded.

“I know. So hard to find a work-life balance in the digital age. Go to the bathroom. Use the bidet.”

“I already used the bidet.”

“Use the bidet like these fingers are going to be in your mouth as much as in your ass.”