Don't Be Shy 24

Kara always loved this part, the part right after, the sweet pain of oversensitivity like the ache in your teeth from chewing good steak. She mewled disappointedly when Lena pulled out of her, then moaned when Lena reached across her prone body to the nightstand. She tugged open the drawer—the little squeal of unoiled rails like a jab at Kara’s eardrums, but even that can’t bother her too much–and took out a Sharpie.

Lena moved the capped end to her mouth, obviously meaning to pull it off with her teeth, but it made a plaintive doink against her mask. Kara giggled and Lena shot her a look that hit her like a slap.

A pang went through Kara. She wanted that. She wanted Lena to slap her… to make her feel things so intense that they had to hurt, there was so much to feel… her nipples were harshly hard, pinching in their stiffness, cringing whenever Lena’s blouse rubbed against them. What Kara wouldn’t give for Lena to do to them what she’d done to her clit… maybe to put a set of binder clips on them, so long as she was breaking out the office supplies…

Assiduously uncapping the Sharpie with her hands, Lena used the business end to draw an X on Kara’s sternum. Kara looked down, grinning at the sight of the black ink seeping into the glowing sweat she was coated with. It wasn’t that funny, but she was still trying to get enough oxygen to her brain.

“What’s that?” she asked, tittering even at the sound of her own voice. “I hope it’s a rating.”

“It’s a count,” Lena informed her. “One X means one time you’ve come for me.”

“You do keep detailed records,” Kara teased.

Lena put the cap back on the marker. She put one leg up on the bed so her foot was beside Kara’s hip. “It’s time for you to learn a very important lesson, Kara: when you’re a good girl, you get rewarded.”

***

Eight inches didn’t sound like a lot more than six, but they could make all the difference.

“Oh shit, shit…” Kara forced her eyes open, saw the dark expanse of the fitted sheet. It had pulled loose of the mattress and was no longer stretched over the mattress pad, revealing a startling segment of white in the dark room.

Lena picked up the marker again. She uncapped it and scratched another two lines on Kara’s skin. Kara’s vision faded in and out, but she saw the fourth X on her chest, telling her how many times she’d been Lena’s that night. Because there was no denying it in that moment of orgasm. She was Lena’s, body and soul.

“You have to come for me. You’re not allowed to do anything else.”

Lena sounded pleased with herself. Fuck, why shouldn’t she be? Kara was feeling pretty pleased with her too.

“Mistress, can you—” It was a chore to order her thoughts, but she had to be precise, had to tell Mistress, Lena, her, exactly what she wanted. “Can you take off the loop?”

“The what?”

“The leather,” Kara clarified. Or tried to. “The thing around my wrists. My arms are numb.”

“Yes. Yes, we have been at it for a minute, haven’t we?”

Lena reached behind Kara’s back and undid the leather. For the first time in what felt like hours, Kara was loose. She straightened her arms and flung them out on the mattress, embracing the touch of even the wrinkly, sweat-soaked sheets.

Lena rolled onto her back, reclining against the pillows at the head of the bed. Her blouse was dark with sweat and her hair curled crisply around her piercing gaze, but she still seemed so… herself. Even with the strap-on towering over her groin, its indefatigable arousal like a counterpart to the interest Kara felt from her Mistress. Lena’s gaze roving over her, striking at the four Xs across her collarbone…

“Would you like to ride me?” Lena asked.

“Ride you?” Kara repeated—it took her a moment to get the picture. Lena lying on her back, the strap-on up in the air. “Wouldn’t that be a little… on the bottom for you?” she asked, wondering if that was where the term had come from.

“The way you’ll do it? Doubtful. And with how you cheerleaders love to bounce around…”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Mistress.” Even if I haven’t been a cheerleader in forever. “Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”

“Certainly.”

Kara’s body felt like a side of beef, or a punching bag after the world champion had done his training for the day… which didn’t sound like appealing experiences, but there was a pleasant satisfaction in it that Kara was hard-pressed to explain.

She’d allowed Lena to sate herself, even made her push herself a bit… her trying to satisfy Lena, Lena trying to satisfy her, both of them venting this passion they’d created together. It was intimate… of course it was intimate, it was sex… but it’d also been the leather tightening around Kara’s wrists, the blowjob she’d given Lena for no other reason than Lena had wished it… maybe even now, it was this haze of contentment that she could swear Lena felt too.

Kara moved just a little—it was an effort to drag her body across the bed, with every inch of bruised flesh feeling like it weighted a hundred pounds—and managed to get to Lena, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s thigh and nuzzling her head to Lena’s hip. She felt a quiver go through her mistress and wondered if it was an aftershock from how much Lena had enjoyed this or if it was the first tingle of fresh arousal.

“Just let me rest my eyes a minute, Mistress,” Kara said, shutting her eyelids. “You can start whenever you want. But maybe five minutes… give me five minutes, then shake me a little. I’ll ride you then. I’ll even do spirit fingers.” She realized Lena might not know the term. “That’s a cheerleader thing. You, uh… you… with your fingers… you… you…”

She opened her eyes and it was bright, somehow. Had Lena turned on the lights? Why would she do that? Didn’t she want to nudge Kara and then do the…

Kara’s body felt completely different. Still a little sore, but not at all as spongy and sweaty and as weirdly, appealingly gross as after those four orgasms. She looked down. She still wore the four Xs over her breasts. And she was still naked. There was such a dramatic change from the hazy, hallucinogenic sensuality of the night to… this… it felt like she’d woken from a dream.

Kara picked herself up. She stumbled off the bed and saw that it was still a mess. She usually left about as much imprint on her bed as a pencil would, but she and Lena had… well, Lena had.

Kara noticed the length of leather dangling from one wrist. She’d really had that thing tying her up for… she didn’t know how long. Long enough to be fucked four times. Her shoulders felt stiff. She rotated her arms. She needed to get in better shape, if she was going to do this over and over.

Kara wondered what training you were supposed to go through to be someone’s… Did she need to take up yoga, for whatever positions Lena might want to twist her into? Tame her gag reflex by pushing cucumbers down her throat until Lena could play deep throat with any of her collection of dildos?