Handcuffs

Lois' heart fluttered as she lay spread-eagle on the bed. Cuffs lined with bright pink faux fur bound her wrists and ankles to the four posters...not too tight, but nothing she could quite wiggle out of without breaking a thumb.

"Before we begin," Maria said. "We should have a safeword. Just in case."

The woman was nude—they had stripped together, once they had agreed on the activities. Naked, she looked younger than Lois had thought. The breasts were smaller, the armpits shaved, but no tattoos or piercings except for her ears and the barbells through her nipples. A pert bottom that spoke of hours of squats at the gym, defined muscles in legs and back, and that little tuft of pubic hair, dyed red and pink to match the hair on her head. She was excited, too; almost trembling. Probably had never played out this little fantasy before.

Lois thought for a moment. "Kryptonite."

They started with an ice cube. Lois shuddered a little as her lover-for-the-night ran it around her right nipple; watched the soft pink nub grow hard and erect, then moved to do the same with her left. With supreme delicacy Maria traced the rapidly melting cube down the valley of her vests, trailed it across her sternum and then a long slow circle around her belly button. She let what was left of the ice sit there in Lois' navel, the cold seeming to spread out against Lois' stomach.

The woman's head dipped down to drink from the little oasis—and ended up giving the reporter a raspberry, lips buzzing against her skin. Lois giggled and laughed, tension aching out of her as she thrashed, unable to do anything to stop the sudden onslaught.

Maria stared up at Lois, between the twin hills of her breasts. She kissed the woman's stomach, very gently. Then again, a little lower. Lois stopped giggling as the red-and-pink-haired lover moved herself closer and closer to those spread legs. Her last kisses were just about the line of Lois' triangle of black pubic hair. She rose up off the bed and Lois watched her sway as she tip-toed around the corner post, to clamber onto the bed facing the prone reporter.

Strong hands ran up Lois' inner thighs. Again, and again, like a deep massage, working closer and closer to that black triangle, until Maria grasped the reporter's hips with her hands and began to kiss those thighs...long, sloppy kisses, tongue lolling, leaving a line of saliva that stopped just sort of touching the bound woman's cunt.

Lois squirmed in frustration. She knew she was being teased. Knew that was the point of it...and she was into it. Could feel it build within herself, the antsy anticipation. She wanted to feel something, down there, inside of her. Then Maria ran a tongue around the plug in her ass, and Lois let out a shuddering gasp.

"Do you want it?" Maria said, as she gently pressed the base of the plug. Her warm breath on Lois' pussy was enough to make the handcuffed reporter quiver. "Tell me," she said. "Tell me what you want."

"Play with my pussy," Lois said, her voice clear and bright.

"Hmm, such a pretty pussy," Maria said as she used her fingers to spread the labia, exposing the pink folds within. She brought her nose close to breath in the musky scent, and Lois could feel herself contract her inner muscles as her breath hit the sensitive flesh. "But what should I play with it with...my tongue? My fingers? Or did you want something...bigger?"

Lois looked down, through the valley of her breasts. She could see her clit standing up, through the black bush, and from her perspective Maria's eyes were on either side of it, looking up at her. Waiting on her answer.