Bria backed Rose onto the bed, the smaller girl squeaking as she fell over backwards. Rose lay breathless for a moment as Bria climbed on top of her.
“Why don’t you put these on?” Bria asked gently.
Rose swallowed, looking up at the pink leather cuffs her lover was holding. The clips connecting them were absent, presumably still on the bedside table.
Bria caught her questioning look and smiled. The expression was warm and a little intimidating. Bria smiling meant she had some kind of plan for Rose.
“I don’t want to tie your wrists together just yet, sweetheart. I just want you to look like my gorgeous little doll.”
Bria’s words made Rose draw an involuntary breath in, and she squeezed her legs together. Her lover grinned broadly now, and she grabbed Rose’s chin suddenly.
“That’s the look in your eyes I like to see.” She tilted her head slightly to the side, like an animal assessing something, still grinning.
Rose moaned, eyes fluttering shut.
Bria’s warmth and weight moved over Rose, and she felt the soft leather cuff around her right wrist being fastened shut. She exhaled, letting her eyes open and meet Bria’s.
The other woman had cuffed both of Rose’s wrists now, and was just hovering over her, intertwining their fingers to keep them together. Rose felt herself let out a whine, and Bria kissed her gently. She was still smiling.
“Do you like me holding you captive, sweet girl?”
Rose gasped again, and nodded. She could feel herself growing more and more turned on, and pressed upwards against the weight on her hands. She couldn’t move. Rose kept squirming, and whined again.
“No words left, precious?”
Bria’s fingers trailed over Rose’s cheek, the pad of her index finger pressing on her bottom lip. Rose opened her mouth and let Bria push her fingers onto her tongue.
“Just a good little toy?”
Rose groaned. She sounded like an animal, unable to speak with Bria holding her jaw open and pressing her hips down onto Rose’s.
Bria pulled her fingers out slowly, letting the string of drool connecting them to Rose’s tongue snap and fall back on her mouth.
Rose panted lightly as Bria moved down the bed, pulling the matching ankle cuffs from her back pocket and securing them on her.
Bria paused in her movements, resting her hands on the bedspread, to look at Rose.
She was sure she was a mess. Bria had picked her up after work, and she was still in what she’d worn there, smelling of coffee and baked goods. Her shirt was half-unbuttoned and open, the lacy pink of her bra peeking out. The short, pleated skirt lay discarded on the floor, only her thin sheers and her panties between her and the rest of the room.
She was still breathing heavily, and when she shifted she could feel a wet spot in her underwear.
“You look incredibly tempting right now, angel,” Bria growled softly. She dragged her sharp nails across Rose’s stomach, just hard enough to scrape without breaking the skin. Rose shuddered.
“Come here.”
Rose hurried to flip over and sit up, hands on her knees and waiting to be told what to do next.
Bria had settled herself against the headboard, still in her dark corduroy pants and white t-shirt. The outline of her sports bra was visible through the thin cotton. She’d taken off her heavy boots, but not yet undone the thick braid that reached halfway down her back.
Rose made eye contact with her, and Bria patted her thigh.
She hurried, before her lover had to ask again. Rose had placed her knee next to Bria’s hip and was about to swing her leg over her lap to sit down when Bria tsk ’d and shoved Rose back.
“Lay over my lap, with your legs this way, facing down.” Bria pointed to indicate Rose’s legs should hang off the bed as she laid her torso across Bria’s lap.
Again, Rose felt the words sink down her spine, struggling not to whimper as she was roughly handled and ordered around. She laid down, ass up in the air and her face pressed into the bedspread. Rose couldn’t muffle a gasp as Bria’s warm hands slowly caressed her legs, and ass, and finally slid down her crotch to the dampness on her panties.
Bria slid a finger across the slick, then removed her hand. Rose tried to look up and behind herself, and from the corner of her eye saw Bria pulling her fingers away from her own mouth.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping wet. You are so desperately horny, my sweet little toy.”
Rose gasped and tried to grind down into Bria’s thigh. Bria pinched the top of her thigh, just under her ass, and she shrieked.
Bria slid her hand up over Rose’s ass again, the rough pads of her fingers catching slightly on the sheer tights.
Rose felt her second hand also start to grab and knead, and she sighed and relaxed. Bria massaged Rose’s legs from her ass down, rubbing out the sore muscles with her soft and strong hands.
Rose had just about melted into her lover’s lap by the time Bria had finished and returned her hands to where they’d started. She swept circles over Rose’s back with her warm palms.
Then, Rose felt Bria’s sharp nails on her back, scratching up underneath her shirt in five long lines.
She started to hiss at the sting, then screamed into the bedspread as Bria spanked her with an open palm once, twice, then three times. Rose moaned and twisted her hips. Warm hands shoved them back down into Bria’s legs.
Bria alternated between dragging the tips of her nails along Rose’s ass, grabbing and kissing at the warm skin, and spanking her until Rose felt the edges of her thoughts go fuzzy. She started giggling between gasps and moans, shoving upwards into the hands grasping her.
Rose was shoved again, this time to the side, and she rolled onto her back, still laughing. Bria tugged her legs out from underneath Rose’s, then pulled Rose by her biceps up the bed. She gasped, and found herself unable to look away from Bria’s smiling face.
She drew closer, climbing on top of Rose and holding her down with a leg pressing in-between her legs. Those strong hands held down her arms.
Finally, her whole body over Rose’s, Bria tucked her nose underneath Rose’s ear and chuckled.
“I really enjoy how wide your eyes get when I tug you around like a ragdoll.”
Before Rose could fully process how much those words shook her, she felt sharp pain, then a dull ache emanated from where Bria’s teeth bit into Rose’s neck.
It still wasn’t hard enough to puncture, but was rough and long enough to bruise. Rose kept keening and grinding on Bria’s leg as she teased her, kissing and biting across her neck and chest, until she reached the last remaining buttons still barely holding Rose’s top closed.
Bria let go of Rose’s arms, leaning back and unbuttoning her shirt. Rose’s bra closed in the front, and Bria unhooked it, letting both pieces of clothing fall to either side.
Rose shuddered as Bria dragged the back of her nails up her stomach and between her breasts, then around each side. She pressed a light kiss at the center of Rose’s chest, then reached up above her head again.
Laughing softly, Bria kissed Rose and held down her wrist with one hand, licking into her mouth and catching her gasp.
Rose felt weightless as she was pressed down into the bed, smelling Bria’s mint gum and cigarette scent.
Bria reached up her other hand above Rose’s head, and she expected to feel both hands clasp her wrists again.
Instead, there was a click , and Bria pulled back from the kiss.
Rose went to sit up and fell back onto the pillows.
She tried to look above her head. Her wrists were secured to clips on ropes that must have been secured to Bria’s heavy wooden bed frame.
The lines didn’t have enough slack for her to pull her wrists much further than just above her face. She tugged for a moment, testing her new range of motion, and then looked back to her lover.
Bria was smiling.
She’d sat back, almost the way Rose had been sitting earlier, kneeling with her legs spread just to either side. She held one hand clenched over her mouth, part of a smile visible behind her fist. The other hand was gripping her thigh.
She was looking at Rose struggling against the ties darkly, and Rose felt a shiver go down her spine.
“Well, don’t stop trying to get away on my account,” Bria said in a low rumble.
Rose whimpered and squirmed. In response, Bria raised her eyebrows thoughtfully.
“I almost forgot,” she said, and leaned over the left, then the right sides of the bed, retrieving two more tie-downs. She grabbed Rose’s right leg by the calf with one large hand, clipping the cuff and tugging it once to check it was secure.
Bria reached for Rose’s other leg, and she tugged it out of the way, giggling. She did not get a smile in return; instead, Bria moved a little faster than Rose expected, slamming a hand onto her thigh and looming over her.
“Trying to play while you’re already trapped, pet?”
Rose whined and let another shiver wash over her.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she squirmed, trying to press her legs together.
The restraints tugged her legs back before she could get any friction, and she whined again, pressing upwards into Bria.
Her lover relented, or pounced, and kissed Rose deeply, grabbing the back of her neck and lifting her shoulders off the bed. She couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss, at which Bria pulled away.
“Almost forgot to treat you the way you deserve,” Bria growled, and hooked two fingers into Rose’s cheek and tugged.
Rose let her jaw drop open. Bria spat into her mouth.
The sound of it hit Rose before she swallowed, unable to close her lips. She whimpered around Bria’s fingers and her eyes rolled back into her head.
“What a good toy.”
Bria pulled back, rubbing her fingers down Rose’s cheek and chin before letting go.
The lipstick she had put on that morning must be smeared all over her face.
Rose felt Bria’s warm hands on her thighs again, pulling her apart and lifting her legs up as far as they could reach. She slid forward, resting Rose’s hips above her thighs so she was reclining, and even less able to move.
Then, Bria gripped the tights with both hands and tore the thin fabric.
Rose wailed and wriggled in Bria’s lap, aroused, and a little scared, and trying desperately to buck into the hands above her.
“Well, aren’t we an eager little slut tonight,” Bria purred, and rubbed the insides of Rose’s thighs gently. “I don’t think I’m going to be touching you much yet, though.”
True to her word, she lifted her hands away from Rose’s legs, reaching to pull something seemingly out of her pockets.
Rose strained her neck, trying to see over her own legs and the odd angle.
Bria had tugged her oiled leather belt off of her well-worn jeans, and folded it over itself twice where Rose could see it.
She smacked the loop of the belt into Rose’s inner left thigh, smiling yet again as it stung the soft flesh, leaving behind a red welt under what was left of the tights.
“That was one. You’re getting six,” Bria told Rose. Her stern tone was undercut by the way she bit her lip, looking down at Rose splayed out in her lap. “Count for me.”
Rose had just enough time for the order to sink deep enough to register before Bria hit the inside of her other thigh.
“Two,” Rose gasped. She tried to keep her eyes closed, but couldn’t resist watching for the next impact.
Bria lowered her hand instead, and Rose flinched before her palm smoothed over the unraveling sheer tights.
Sometimes Bria smiled at her in public with the same head tilt and predatory look she had on her face right now, sitting above Rose. It pulled her head back to this room, being spread out over Bria’s lap, sore and stinging but neither yet satisfied.
The daydream was never as visceral or as pleasurable as the reality.
Bria brought her back with two slaps in quick succession on her left side again, and the tingling pain stayed with her longer.
Her lover felt both far away and in sharp focus, adrenaline and lust surging under her ribs and up through her windpipe to her flushed face. She almost forgot to gasp out, “Three, four.”
Rose flinched as the belt hit her stomach, but Bria reached out and hooked her fingers in the side of her mouth before she could speak.
“And which number was that?” Bria asked, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head above Rose.
“Fiff,” Rose attempted, unable to close her lips entirely.
“I suppose that’s close enough, pet.” She uncurled her fingers, spreading her index and middle fingers out over Rose’s tongue and grabbing her face with the rest of her hand, forcing Rose to tilt her head back and to the side.
Rose really didn’t have a choice now about not being able to see the final blow land, and she shuddered when it came down on the left side again, into what was almost certainly becoming a bruise.
There was silence for a moment.
“Well?”
Rose still couldn’t see her face.
She tried to speak, jaw and tongue held in place. She could make a hissing noise approximating an “s,” but couldn’t finish the word, and trailed off.
“That’s what I thought.”
Rose whimpered and tried to speak again, but Bria just tsk ’d at her and slapped the belt against her left thigh quickly.
“And one more for not counting the last one, my dumb little pet.”
It stung, and Rose was about to object even around the fingers in her mouth, but Bria finally, finally reached a hand down to gently run her fingers over the front of Rose’s underwear, and she closed her eyes and made a desperate, keening noise instead.
Bria pulled her hand out of Rose’s mouth, laughing a little under her breath.
“I think you deserve a bit of a treat after being very good for me all evening.”
Bria leaned over the side of the bed again, not to undo any of the restraints holding Rose down, but to retrieve a wand vibrator from somewhere she’d tucked it away earlier.
She gently placed the head of the vibrator between Rose’s legs, then pulled it upward towards the wet patch on her underwear.
Rose felt her legs shake slightly, but the toy didn’t turn on.
“Do you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?” Bria’s voice was low and gruff.
Rose nodded eagerly.
“Sorry, what was that, doll?”
She gulped, and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes, what?”
Rose pressed up into the head of the vibrator, which was still tantalizingly still. “Yes, please?”
Bria gripped the inside of Rose’s left thigh, digging the pad of her thumb into the blooming bruise there. “I still don’t know what you want, sweet pet. Is it too hard to think right now?”
“N-no,” Rose stuttered, and whined again as Bria pressed down. “Can you please, um, make me feel good?”
Her voice broke on the last word as Bria turned on the toy and held Rose’s thigh tighter at the same time.
Bria had worked Rose over well, and she felt her orgasm building fast as thoughts of everything Bria had done to her washed through her mind.
She shook and moaned into Bria’s pillows while her lover’s hands alternated between softly stroking up and down her thighs, and scratching and pinching her soft, bruised flesh. Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore, and screamed, tugging on the restraints, her spine curling, as she came into Bria’s hand and the vibrator.
Even after Bria took the toy away, Rose felt her legs keep shaking, distantly.
Her head felt like it was full of pink cotton candy, and she barely noticed the restraints coming off of her wrists and ankles.
Bria laid down on the bed next to Rose, pulling her into her arms and tucking her head under her chin. Rose again smelled cigarette smoke on Bria, layered over sweat and deodorant, crisp outdoor air and laundry detergent.
She breathed in, slowly coming back up as Bria stroked her hair and murmured praise into her ear.
She reached up the few inches to curl her fingers in Bria’s collar. “Do you have any water?”
Instead of answering, Bria put her arms under Rose’s legs and back and gently lifted her off the bed, carrying her into the bathroom. She placed Rose on the closed toilet seat, which she’d already covered in a soft, fluffy towel, and filled up a glass from the sink.
Rose breathed in again as she took a deep sip. The water was cool on her tongue, and some final piece of clarity she’d set aside gently returned to her mind.
She was still calm and content, most thoughts not yet returned, but the light behind Bria’s head as she gently pet Rose’s hair and pressed her rough lips to her knuckles created some kind of halo, and she felt safe.
Bria’s fingers left her head, and Rose heard the shower turn on. She opened eyes she hadn’t noticed she’d closed in contentment to see Bria pulling off her shirt.
Already mostly naked, left only in tights too destroyed to be worn again and tight pink underwear she’d come into, Rose relished watching her lover strip her clothes.
Bria was tall, solid, and strong, muscles shifting under fat as she moved. Off came the white t-shirt and the gray sports bra underneath, Rose taking the opportunity to grab the fat of her stomach and pull her into kiss the few fine, dark hairs at the bottom of her belly.
Her lover chuckled. “You’ve done plenty tonight, sweetheart. I’m quite happy to take care of you now.”
“I just like touching you,” Rose said innocently, tucking her fingers into the waistband of Bria’s boxers and tugging a bit.
Bria tipped Rose’s chin upwards with two fingers. “Let go, sweetheart,” she said in a low voice.
Rose obeyed, wide-eyed. She always would.
She sat as Bria pulled her underwear off herself, then reached out to pull Rose to her feet and do the same.
The bathroom had filled up with steam while they waited, and still a cloud billowed from the curtain as Bria opened it. She tested the temperature of the water with her hand, then gestured for Rose to enter.
Rose again had Bria’s large, warm hands on her, soft and gentle now, holding her close and washing the sweat and stress of the day off of her.
She was tired, and tried to hold herself upright, but found herself leaning back against Bria’s chest. The larger woman just wrapped her arms around Rose and held her, kissing her head and neck wordlessly.
In a few moments, Bria would turn off the water, and wrap her in a towel, and fuss a little until they were tucked in. Rose let herself lean back in the warm water and breathe in, secure in her lover’s arms. She could trust Bria to take care of her.