cki had used that strap-on. She waited eagerly for Vicki to step into it.
Instead, Vicki held it out to her. “Put this on.”
April stared at her. “You want me to wear that?”
“Is there a problem?” Vicki asked.
“No.” April was experienced enough with both ends of a strap-on. She was simply surprised. “Doesn’t this spoil your big, bad Domme act?”
Vicki’s lips curled up in a smile. “I assure you, I have every intention of topping you, even with you wearing that.” She glanced pointedly at her closet door.
“Oh, really?” April said. “And how are you going to do that?”
“That’s the second time you’ve ignored my instructions.” Vicki held out the strap-on again. “Put this on, now.”
April scowled at her but took the strap-on from her hands. Once April had it fastened around her hips, Vicki walked over to the closet at the side of the room and pulled the doors open.
Excitement welled up inside April. There were so many things in that closet that Vicki could use on her. Ropes. Whips. Gags. Not to mention all the things April didn’t even recognize.
“Since you keep ignoring my instructions, I’m going to make it a little easier for you to follow them.” Vicki scanned everything on display, her eyes lingering on some loops of rope and some handcuffs hanging from hooks. Finally, she opened a drawer beneath them and took out four pairs of leather cuffs.
April’s eyes widened. Four pairs? April had been cuffed to a bed before, but not like this.
Vicki brought the cuffs over to the bed and dropped them next to April. “Lie down and put your arms up.” As soon as April obeyed, Vicki began to cuff her wrists to the bedposts.
“You know,” April said. “For someone who said she doesn’t need tools, you sure use a lot of them.”
Vicki spanked April on the side of the ass, hard. April squealed and began to wriggle in her bonds.
“Hold still,” Vicki commanded.
April stopped moving. Vicki’s heavy stare made one thing clear—she wasn’t playing around anymore.
Vicki finished cuffing April’s ankles. April tested her restraints. They didn’t budge. With her limbs stretched to their limits, she was completely immobilized. And with Vicki still in her blouse and panties, April felt exposed in comparison.
Once again, April was at Vicki’s mercy. It was clear from the look on Vicki’s face that she was going to take advantage of that fact.
Goosebumps sprouted on April’s bare skin. Her heart began to race. Vicki didn’t actually scare her. It was all a game. But April’s body didn’t know that. Her body didn’t know she was safe. And her body’s primal reaction to physical danger was to set all her senses on high alert. It only heightened her arousal.
“You’re going to lie there, perfectly still,” Vicki said. “Don’t move, don’t make a sound, until I give you permission. Understand?”
April nodded. Bound as she was, she could barely move anyway.
Vicki slipped out of her panties and crawled onto the bed. Straddling April’s body, Vicki began to toy with her. She traced lines all over April’s skin with her fingertips, so lightly that it tickled. She drew her fingers down to April’s nipples, then pinched them, then ran her tongue over them. She scratched her nails down the length of April’s torso and up the insides of her thighs, leaving red stripes behind on her skin.
April trembled on the bed, overcome by it all. The feel of Vicki’s moist, ravenous lips on her skin. The scent of her body, musky and sweet. The touch of Vicki’s fingertips in sensitive places. She longed to cry out, to speak Vicki’s name like it was something sacred, but she held everything back, remaining silent and still.
Just when April couldn’t take anymore, Vicki slid down April’s body, positioning herself above the strap-on protruding from the peak of April’s thighs.
“Remember,” Vicki said. “Don’t move.”
She wrapped her fist around the strap-on, guiding it between her legs, and lowered herself onto it. She placed a hand on April’s stomach to steady herself, her other hand flying up to her own head. Closing her eyes, she began to rock her hips.
April hissed. With every tiny movement Vicki made, the base of the strap-on pressed hard on April’s clit, sending jolts of lightning through her. April desperately wanted to match Vicki’s slow, deliberate motions. But Vicki had given her a command. So April lay there, bursting with need, using all her strength to keep herself from moving.
“God, this feels good.” Vicki began to move faster, bouncing up and down. She slid her hands up to April’s breasts, kneading them, and rolling the pads of her thumbs over April’s peaked nipples.
April whimpered. The sight of Vicki above her, riding her like there was no tomorrow, made her throb inside. There was a faint sheen of sweat on Vicki’s brow, and a wisp of her short hair had fallen across her forehead.