‘Just another case to solve, and just another witness to question,’ Sara Pezzini thought as she grabbed her helmet off the coat rack in her office at the precinct and made her way out the door. “I’ll be back in the morning,” she yelled over her shoulder to her partner, Danny Woo.
“Alright,” he yelled back. He already knew where she was headed and decided not to question her. The day had been stressful enough, especially with her stalker following them all over New York while they investigated their latest homicide case. Danny knew Sara needed to vent, and the last thing he wanted was to be caught in the middle of one of her infamous rage sessions. So he let her go in hopes that she would cool off by the time she stepped into the office the next morning.
As for Sara, she quickly walked out of the precinct making sure she didn’t get stopped by anyone who could potentially set her off. She really didn’t need the extra stress added to her already hectic day. But her stalker in black didn’t seem to take the hint and stay away from her. He was right outside when she exited the precinct.
“Nottingham, I swear, so much as a WORD comes out of your mouth, I won’t hesitated to kill you this second and tell everyone it was self defense,” she growled, heading to her Buell parked just a few feet from the door.
“Then I guess the information that I have pertaining to your recent case won’t be of interest to you,” he replied as he watched her gracefully mount her bike and slip on her helmet.
The moment Sara heard the word “information” come out of his mouth, she took her helmet off again and shook out her hair. The way he looked at her as she did so could only be summed up with two words—strangely adorable. He had the face of a five year old watching something unbelievable on television. The thought made her smile for the first time all day. Was Sara Pezzini willing to admit that she had a soft spot for her stalker? ‘Never,’ she thought, wiping the smile off her face as a new emotion ran through her…annoyance.
“What information?” Sara asked, gazing up into those soft amber eyes as she tried to decipher what he was thinking.
“Does this mean you’re not going to kill me?” Ian asked, a slight hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“What information?” she asked again, a little more roughly this time to get her point across. She didn’t want to be messed with at the moment, especially since she had better places to be, like questioning the witness and going home to take a break from all this insanity. Then again, with the Witchblade now a permanent part of her life, she considered everything to be far from sanity. If it hadn’t been such a help to her solving cases like this one, then she deserved to be locked up in some asylum with a straight jacket tightly wrapped around her.
As for her current case, the Witchblade had been strangely silent all day, never once sending her into a vision as she handled many of the various pieces of evidence scattered about the dead body that was found in an alley a few blocks away from a popular night club in the area. Sara was beginning to wonder if this meant it was going to abandon her soon, a day she feared far more than death. Or maybe this case was meant to be solved without its help. Either way, Sara had few leads and whatever information her self proclaimed protector had would help her.
“There was a second witness to the murder of the woman you found in the alley today. Her name is Morrigan Love and she can be found at Excalibur, 111 First Avenue.” With that said, Ian turned to go.
“Thank you,” Sara yelled after him before he disappeared in the shadows behind the precinct. She knew she’d have to ask him how he knew the next time around, but for now she was content with the information she had. Maybe she really was warming up to him. ‘Nah!’ Sara shook her head as she put her helmet back on and started the engine.
Within half an hour she was parked outside the night club and flipped out her badge so she could easily slip past the insanely long line waiting to get in. Just flashing it to the bouncer up front and telling him she needed to speak to Morrigan was all she needed to do to get inside. As for when she entered, that was a whole other story. The place was almost pitch black on the inside, the only source of lighting coming from the strobes and laser lights mounted to the ceiling. Even the bar was almost impossible to find since it too was barely illuminated except for the multi colored glow sticks lighting up the drinks.
Sara made her way through the dense crowd moving in time with the pulsing music coming from the many speakers strategically mounted all over the room for maximum impact. She faintly recognized the song being played at the moment. It was DJ Sammy’s rendition of the classic “Boys of Summer.” She had heard several covers of that song, but never to a dance beat. It was quite refreshing and made the trip through the crowd less of a pain in her side.
When she finally reached the bar, Sara grabbed an empty bar stool beside a blonde woman with shoulder length hair. She couldn’t see the woman’s face since she was turned around, but could already guess she was a bomb shell. Moments later her suspicions were confirmed when the blonde turned around and glanced in Sara’s direction. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties and had sharp, bright blue eyes, even sharper cheek bones, a pair of sleek red lips that a girl would probably pay copious amounts of money to a plastic surgeon to duplicate, a pretty button nose (and I don’t mean the baby cute kind, I mean the sexy kind that guys love), and a overall elliptical face that made her all the more beautiful to look at. Sara couldn’t hide the surprise from her face as the blonde smiled at her.
“Your mouth is hanging open,” she said as her hand made its way under Sara’s chin to help her close it.
Sara pulled away; dumbstruck by her subtle gesture, but the soft hand that was now caressing her cheek was quick to calm her frazzled nerves. The blonde continued to smile as she let her hand drop to her lap. Sara was beginning to feel pretty stupid for what she had done and quickly started to apologize by saying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…”
“That’s quite alright,” the blonde replied in a silky voice that carried over the music to Sara’s ears. “I’m Morrigan. You must be Sara.” She stuck out her hand for a shake. Sara nodded and took it, befuddled by how Morrigan knew who she was until she added, “Ian told me you were coming. But he failed to tell me how beautiful you were.”
“Thank you,” Sara awkwardly replied, not knowing whether to take it as a compliment or a threat. Then again, why was she so worried if this girl was after Ian? She shook off the feeling of jealousy and quickly got to the task she had set out to complete. “Do you know anything about the murder of Miranda Stratford?”
“Other than the fact that she was found dead this morning a few blocks from this club, no I don’t,” Morrigan replied. “And I know what you’re going to ask me next. ‘Did you see anything?’ Yes, I did. I saw a guy in a gray sweat shirt and sweat pants running away from there early this morning with a few red specks on his shirt. I didn’t see anything else; not his face, not his hair, not anything. He just ran past me and kept running.” She paused as the bartender stopped behind her. “Care for a drink?” she politely asked Sara as the bartender handed her a green glow stick lighted Vodka martini.
“No, thanks,” Sara replied as she glanced at the strange drink.
“You know what your problem is, Sara?” Morrigan asked. Sara glared at her. She couldn’t believe she had the audacity to say that. Morrigan ignored her expression and continued, “You’re too tense. Here, take it.” She pushed the drink over to Sara. “Please, I insist. You look like you’ve had a stressful day.”
Sara grabbed the glass and took a large gulp. “You have no idea,” she mumbled, putting it back down on the counter and grabbing the toothpick to eat the olive. “So, how do you know Ian?” she changed the subject to what had been bugging her earlier.
“Kenneth Irons,” Morrigan nonchalantly answered. When Sara gave her that puzzled look, she continued, “I was at one of his charity balls last year representing Microsoft and we kinda bumped into each other at the bar. We had a nice conversation, but since I don’t really swing that way, we just remained friends, even though he’d be a good reason to go straight.”
Sara nearly choked on her olive. “You mean you’re…” she was about to say “gay” when she realized that would probably be offensive. Morrigan nodded her head as a mischievous grin played on her red lips.
“I’m a lesbian,” Morrigan said proudly. “And I’m not ashamed of it. I like women.”
“So that comment you made earlier…” Sara began to add things up in her head.
“What can I say, you are beautiful,” Morrigan complimented her again, this time leaning in to whisper it in her ear.
Sara was a little creeped out to find another woman had set her sights on her, but felt strangely flattered. Usually the opposite sex was attracted to her, but another woman? It was weird, but it was nice. She smiled and started up the conversation again. “So, Microsoft, huh? What do you do at the company?”
“I’m the senior vice president of research and development,” Morrigan answered. “I also have a little side job where I make people’s fantasies come true. To tell you the truth, I know Bill more intimately than his wife does, and they’re both fine with that.”
Sara’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean by that?” she asked.
“Well, let’s just say, sex can be a whole lot more fun when you go by my rules,” Morrigan replied, that mischievous grin lighting up her face as she glanced at Sara.
“You’re rules?” Sara questioned, feeling a little uncomfortable.
“Yes, rules. For the control freaks it can get pretty frustrating, but in the end, they’re the ones that leave the most satisfied.”
“Are you insinuating I’m a control freak?”
“I’m not. I’m just saying that maybe you need a little more…excitement in your life.”
“Honey, I get plenty of excitement, thank you very much.”
“So, when was the last time you got any?”
Sara was caught off guard by the question. It had been nearly six months since Daniel had quickly entered and even more quickly exited her life. She had told herself that she was still trying to get past that, but seeing everyone so happy and in love was making her sick and wish that she had her own man to love. The idea of letting Ian Nottingham into her life as a more permanent facet was beginning to sound all the more better as the days passed, but still she refused. How the hell were they supposed to go from stalker and stalked to boyfriend and girlfriend? That would just be too weird and set warning bells off in the heads of her friends. She knew deep down inside that he was the only guy in the universe who could possibly understand what she was going through with the Witchblade, but she was afraid that she’d lose him if she wasn’t careful like she had lost all those others she had loved.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Morrigan interrupted her thoughts with her soft, comforting voice as she put her hand on top of Sara’s. She pulled away, still feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation, and merely nodded at the question. “I’d like to help you with that,” Morrigan honestly replied.
“You? Help me?” Sara skeptically retorted as she nearly laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“Have you ever wanted to do something so wild, so out of this world, so kinky that you’ve been afraid to tell anyone about it?” Morrigan kept going.
The girl was persistent, Sara gave her that much. But would she ever tell someone her deepest, darkest fantasies? Never! Not in a million years! But there was that pull on her insides telling her to accept the offer. For crying out loud, even the Witchblade was glowing with the prospects of one night of no holds barred, no strings attached sex. It sounded fun in her mind, but what would it be like in real life? And could she possibly catch something from this?
Morrigan could clearly see the turmoil in Sara’s eyes and quickly put her mind at ease by saying, “Trust me, nothing that happens will hurt you in any permanent way. You have nothing to worry about. Everyone is prescreened before they are allowed to participate so there are no STD’s or other kinds of diseases floating around. It’s just one night of reckless abandon, all you have to do is give up control and let me do everything.”
Sara sighed heavily. This was definitely sounding better every second, especially with the DJ playing a remix of Darren Hayes’ “Insatiable.” She could already feel the sexual tension building up deep within her, dying to be released in on way or another and the only way that had presented itself was with Morrigan. Sara ran a hand through her chocolate brown hair and finally said, “Alright.” The Witchblade sent a heat wave through her arm. It was pleased with her decision. ‘I guess I made the right choice if this thing is happy,’ she thought as she glanced over at Morrigan to see the wide smile across her red lips.
Morrigan reached into her purse and pulled out a small container. “This is your ticket in,” she said, taking Sara’s hand and placing a small pill in her palm. “You have to take it before we go any further. It’s a precaution that everyone takes before they enter the dream world.”
‘Here goes nothing,’ Sara thought as she put the pill in her mouth and washed it down with the last of her martini. Morrigan stood up and took her hand again, this time to lead her out of the club through the back way. Outside was a green Lamborghini Murcielago, the engine running with a valet standing beside it. She nodded at the young man and he opened the door for her and Sara. The interior was a plush green color that matched the outside.
“Nice ride,” Sara commented as she ran her hands over the beautifully crafted dashboard and seat.
“Thanks,” Morrigan replied as she revved the engine and pulled out of the alley and onto the road. “Just lay back and enjoy the ride.”
Sara didn’t complain and did as she was told. Minutes later, her eyes drooped closed and she was out for the count.
*~*~*
Sara didn’t know how much time had passed, if it was mere minutes or several hours, but when she woke up and her eyes adjusted to the low light level of the room she was in, she realized her hands were tied above her head as she hung from the ceiling naked, her feet barely touching the floor. Her first reaction was fear, but soon she realized that she had chosen to do this and that it was her fault she was tied up. Sara tried struggling out of the thick leather cuffs around her wrists, but only succeeded in making them tighter. She knew she shouldn’t have followed her sex drive into this. She even tried calling upon the Witchblade, but it remained dormant.
‘Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! What have I gotten myself into?’ her mind screamed as she continued to struggle in the binds. This was definitely the most frightening situation she had ever gotten herself into. And as she tried once more in vain to get out of the leather cuffs, she heard a door slam from behind her and the clicking of high heels tapping across the cold floor. Sara tried to crane her neck to see who had entered the room, but couldn’t.
The heels were coming closer slowly as a gust of cool wind hit Sara from behind. A shiver ran up her spine as she felt a small soft piece of leather run up her bear back and stop to hover just above her ass. “Finally, you’re up,” Morrigan said as she walked around Sara to face her. She was wearing a black leather teddy and a pair of knee high leather hooker boots with a horse whip in her left hand which she kept tapping her right hand with as she surveyed the incapacitated woman in front of her. She smiled that mischievous smile as she nodded her head. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought. This is definitely going to be one night to remember.”
“What the hell are you going to do to me?” Sara yelled as she tried to struggle out of the leather cuffs once again. She was quickly silenced by a quick crack of the horse whip on her ass.
She grimaced as Morrigan smiled and in a very dominant voice replied, “Rule number one, no speaking unless spoken to. Is that understood?”
“No!” Sara yelled back, refusing to take orders from this mad woman. This was definitely not what she signed up for. Morrigan gave her yet another crack with the horse whip, making her cry out in pain. “Stop that!”
“Shut you mouth before I shut it for you!” Morrigan growled.
“What are you gonna do to me?” Sara challenged.
Instead of replying, Morrigan turned around and headed back towards the door leaving Sara to guess what she was going to do. She came back moments later holding a long leather strap with a red ball in the center. Sara knew she had pushed her to the limit and was now regretting it. “Now will you shut up or are you going to force me to put this on you?” Morrigan asked as she dangled the thing in front of her. Sara nodded, immediately getting the point. “Good,” Morrigan said as she moved a little closer, her horse whip gently making its way down Sara’s neck, over her breastbone, across her abdomen, and stopping just short of the dark silky curls between her legs. Sara sucked in a ragged breath as the whip made its way back up, except this time the soft leather strip made a detour across her breasts to gently run across her nipples. She wasn’t expecting to succumb so quickly to the caress, but there she was, already withering for more.
Morrigan smiled; she had her subject just where she wanted her, begging for more. She continued to run the whip over Sara’s body, purposefully avoiding contact with any of her more sensitive areas as she silently begged for more. It was fun watching someone who was used to having so much control fall from their high stool and finally yield to someone else. It always gave her a thrill. She continued maneuvering the whip up Sara’s arm’s, over her thighs, and sometimes “accidentally” grazing her nipples when she wasn’t expecting it.
By the time Morrigan finally withdrew the whip, Sara was gulping for air. She didn’t know this much pleasure could come from such a small object and was slowly beginning to forget she was suspended from the ceiling with leather cuffs around her wrists. Morrigan laid the whip down at her feet, this time using her hands to slowly creep up Sara’s legs, past her thighs, and over her abdomen until she finally reached her desired location: her breasts. As she gently palmed one of the luscious mounds in her left hand, she flicked her thumb over her swollen nipple causing Sara to hiss. Before she had time to think about what had happened, Morrigan had already taken the hard pebble into the warm confines of her mouth and was gently sucking on it. Sara moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back as Morrigan’s right hand gently began to massage her other breast, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
Morrigan released the nipple she had been holding hostage in her mouth. She gently blew on it, causing Sara to shudder in sheer ecstasy. This was only the tip of the iceberg. She had so much in store for this woman, much more than she allowed any of her other clients to experience. As she moved over to bestow the other breast with the same pleasures as the first one, Morrigan’s unoccupied hand slowly made its way down Sara’s abdomen, stopping to caress the silky triangle of curls between her legs. Sara’s moans became louder as Morrigan dragged out the caress, running her fingers through the fine strands of hair several times, massaging it, and pulling it tight to see what kind of reaction she got. The more rough the caress, she discovered, the louder Sara’s cries became until finally, her fingers ventured away from the curls and slid over her nether lips.
Sara cried out, unable to take the torture any longer. She wanted more, but had to wait to get it. Feeling Morrigan’s hand slip between her legs and gently caress the soft folds of her nether lips only served to make her cries even louder. Her fingers pried open the hot, wet folds, letting the juices finally flow free slowly down her inner thigh. Morrigan released her nipple and slowly began to make her way down Sara’s abdomen, her fingers still caressing the soft wet folds. She stopped at her navel, kissing her way around it in circles until her tongue finally dipped inside, sending a shockwave that rocked Sara’s body almost off its foundation.
Morrigan smiled and continued kissing her way down until she reached the soft downy curls between her legs. Her tongue played across them, staying there for a couple of moments before plunging deeper across Sara’s nether lips. She could feel another shudder rocking her body, but didn’t stop as her hands slowly parted her legs, giving Morrigan more room to work her magic. She started by lapping up the juices that had run down Sara’s leg, then moved back upwards, her tongue slipping across the folds once more before it dove between them and deep into her hot wet center.
Sara closed her eyes, the sensations quickly rendering any other bodily movement useless. Men had tried this technique on her a couple of times without success, but Morrigan was unbelievably gifted in making her limp with pleasure as her tongue slowly rolled its way over her ever tightening walls. The impending ache of her orgasm was building strongly in the depths of her loins as Morrigan’s tongue continued its rough caresses, and just when Sara thought she’d finally hit her release, Morrigan pulled out of her, licking her lips as she stood up, pressing her body up against Sara’s. She whimpered, her entire body aching for the release that didn’t look like it was going to come in a long time.
“Don’t worry,” Morrigan whispered as she gently caressed her cheek with her hand. “Soon, my pretty, very soon.” She leaned into Sara and gently placed a soft kiss on her neck. Morrigan bent down once more, getting Sara’s hopes up that she would return to her aching nether lips to finish the job, but she only picked up the horse whip. Morrigan ran the leather tip down Sara’s overly sensitive skin, making her shiver all the more as she smiled and turned to leave.
“No!” Sara cried out when she head the door slam. Her head dropped as she felt the strain of the cuffs on her wrists. How long had she been hanging there anyway? This was really beginning to hurt. Sara wanted to be let down. Her shoulders were aching. She only hoped that Morrigan would return quickly. To pass the time, she glanced around the room, noting the stark features. There weren’t many things to look at. Most of the walls were smooth gray concrete with no windows. The wall right in front of her appeared to be translucent white Plexiglas lighted from behind, giving the room a warm glow. Sara could only guess the wall behind her was lit the same way. The floor was pure black marble that reflected the ceiling’s light fixtures; several florescent lights arranged in a circle, like that used on movie sets or in music videos, above hear head.
After several minutes passed and all hope of Morrigan returning quickly faded, Sara let her head drop again and decided to rest, even though it was quite hard considering the aching in almost every single muscle of her body. She relaxed, letting her body sag against the tight ropes. Sleep quickly took its hold of her tired being and she was knocked out yet again, waiting for Morrigan’s return.
*~*~*
Sara awoke feeling the gentle caress of a hand running up her thigh. It was then that she also realized she was laying on something hard. Looking around to see what had changed, she could see that her hands were now bound on either side of her head as she laid spread eagle on a wooden table, her ankles shackled apart with only enough chain to let her move her knees up as Morrigan’s hands continued to run up and down her legs. Sara moaned, feeling the delicious sensation of Morrigan’s fingers softly running through the downy hair between them.
“Finally,” Morrigan purred when she heard Sara’s moan. She looked up at the brunette and smiled. “Time for a little more fun. I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of slipping off that ghastly outfit for something a little more comfortable.” Morrigan straightened up and watched as Sara’s eyes widened. She wasn’t wearing anything anymore, and her body was lightly oiled. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked, her red lips pouting. Sara shook her head. Morrigan smiled again, adding, “Good, then I hope you don’t mind this either.”
She hopped up onto the table and straddled Sara’s waist, gently sitting down right between her inner thighs. Morrigan reached over the table and grabbed a bottle of rose scented oil, pouring some into her hands and rubbing them together to warm it. Sara watched with great anticipation where she would put them. Morrigan placed them on her stomach, gently massaging the oil around her abdomen and down around her hips. Their soothing touch continued to climb upward from there to just above Sara’s ribcage, and just below the gentle slope of her breasts. She moaned, wishing they would already reach her hardening nipples and began to caress them as they had the rest of her body.
“Do you like that, Sara?” Morrigan whispered as she leaned over Sara’s body to whisper in her ear, her hands traveling right along with her so that the now rested on her breasts.
“Yessss,” Sara hissed when she felt Morrigan slowly begin to knead them with her strong fingers. She arched into her palms, moaning for more of the wonderful caress. Morrigan smiled as she sat up and continued to massage Sara’s breasts until her face was flushed with need to release the pent up sexual frustration now flowing through her veins. Morrigan stopped, but not before giving her nipples one final pinch, eliciting a groan from Sara that made her shudder with excitement. She had many more kinky things planned for this woman; the oil was just the beginning.
“Why don’t we try something else?” Morrigan suggested as she reached over the table again, this time picking up a piece of crescent shaped ice from a bowl beside her. She let a few drops of cold water fall onto Sara’s stomach and watched as she arched her back in response. Morrigan smiled, finally allowing the ice to come into contact with her sensitized skin. Sara moaned as the ice circled its way around her abdomen and over her thighs leaving a trail of droplets in its wake. Morrigan quickly lapped them up with her skillful tongue as Sara withered beneath her. It was just the response she had anticipated as she grabbed another piece of ice from the bowl and started back up her abdomen and along her sternum. She circled her breasts, waiting for the moment when she could see the ache written all over Sara’s face before she allowed them the pleasure of experiencing the ice.
Sara cried out feeling the cold pressed up against her taught right nipple as Morrigan’s hand squeezed the left one until it was rock hard. She switched hands, giving the other breast a taste of what the first one had experienced. Morrigan continued massaging the ice into Sara’s skin until the crescent melted, forming a small puddle between the two soft mounds. She quickly licked it up and reached for one more ice cube and something else that Sara couldn’t see until it was right in front of her. It was a burning candle, the white wax already beginning to run down its side. She knew what Morrigan had planned next and was already anticipating the heat to fall onto her skin.
Before Sara knew it, she felt the first drop of hot wax fall onto her stomach. She jumped at the sensation, hissing her response as well. Morrigan grinned at her with gleaming eyes. That was just a test to see if the wax was hot enough. Satisfied, she placed the ice cube in her hand on Sara’s left nipple then dripped the wax onto her right. The sensation caused Sara to cry out like she had never done before. The hot and cold sensations were like someone flushing the toilet on you in the shower, but in a more pleasurable way. She squirmed beneath Morrigan’s body, causing even more delicious friction between them until Morrigan finally began the blush. So, the dominatrix had her own pleasure zone.
Sara continued to move beneath Morrigan until she sat up on her knees and looked down at her. “You’re being a very naughty girl, Sara,” Morrigan warned in a condescending tone. “You’d better stop if you’d like to receive the gift I have planned for you.”
‘Gift?’ Sara thought, quickly abandoning any attempt she had to alleviate Morrigan’s assault on her body. “What gift?” she asked aloud.
“What did I tell you about speaking without begin spoken to?” Morrigan sternly asked as she grabbed one more thing off the table beside her. This time it was a black blindfold, which she wrapped around Sara’s eyes as punishment for speaking without permission. It also served another purpose, but that would come in due time. Sara whimpered, wishing she hadn’t broken the rule. She wanted to see what Morrigan’s little surprise was.
“Trust me,” Morrigan whispered as she leaned over Sara, their breasts coming into contact with each other, “its more fun blindfolded.” Sara gasped at the contact, but was soon silenced as her lips came into contact with Morrigan’s.
Morrigan took Sara’s lips between her own as Sara forcibly thrust her tongue into Morrigan’s mouth, fearing that she was going to die if she didn’t. Over the next few minutes, the battled over control continued as Sara tried to dominate her competition, but Morrigan kept going as if no one could stop her, forcing Sara’s tongue back and straining against her mouth until they pulled apart, both in desperate need for oxygen as they panted.
After Morrigan regained control of her breathing, she went in for another kiss, this time pressing her lips against Sara’s for a softer, more intimate touch than the all encompassing battle the first one had been. It was supposed to be for fun, but turned into something neither of them wanted to experience again. This kiss continued as Sara slightly parted her lips, letting Morrigan’s tongue gently slip into her mouth and glide over her palette. She moaned content with the slow pace of this kiss compared to the first one. She was beginning to like it. Morrigan could sense Sara’s surrender and quickly decided that maybe it was time to give her back some of that control she desperately wanted. She pulled back her tongue, giving Sara the chance to speed up the pace or slow it down however she liked. She had already broken her enough at this point. It was about time to put the finishing touches on her lesson.
Sara took the lead and softly nibbled on Morrigan’s lower lip, making her moan lightly as her tongue slowly made its way into her mouth. It gently slid along her gum line and over her teeth until Sara’s tongue finally fell upon Morrigan’s. She could already feel the control she had over this woman, and was beginning to test how far she’d let her go. Sara continued to play with Morrigan’s tongue as Morrigan’s hands slowly moved down her sides to rest on her hips as she ground against Sara with her pelvis.
Sara thought she had control now, but Morrigan made sure to keep her in line as one of her hands worked between their tightly pressed bodies and pried open her nether lips to apply pressure on her ever swelling clit. Sara jerked back, wide eyed if not for the blindfold. She panted for a couple of moments as Morrigan continued to stroke her with short, rough motions. If only her hands weren’t tied up, she’d probably be doing the same thing to Morrigan. As she continued, the strokes became stronger and rougher until Morrigan finally pinched the little bud between her fingers and held it there as Sara flushed beneath her. It was torture feeling so much pleasure and being unable to release it.
But Morrigan had yet another surprise in store for her. She reached over the table and grabbed another, unlit candle and released Sara’s clit from her grasp so she could now use the candle in its place. Sara could feel the new texture upon her skin, almost knowing exactly what would happen if only Morrigan would let it.
“Have you ever masturbated, Sara?” Morrigan asked as she continued to rub the candle between Sara’s nether lips and against her clit. She shook her head in response, knowing where Morrigan was taking this. “Then you’ll love this,” she added, a grin playing on her lips. Using the tip of the candle, she pressed it slightly into Sara’s entrance, watching as her head rolled back and she bit down on her lip to prevent her from crying out. Morrigan held it there, rolling it around with her hand, wondering if she should continue or hold back.
“Do it,” Sara groaned, knowing she had broken the rule again, but not caring any longer. “Do it!” she said again, this time with a little more force to get her point across. Morrigan decided to give in to Sara’s demands thinking it would tie in with her surprise. She slowly pushed the candle stick deep into Sara’s slick center, giving her the pleasure she so desperately wanted. ‘AHHH!!” Sara cried out as Morrigan used one hand to pump the candle into her and the other to stroke her clit with every thrust.
“Do you like that, Sara?” Morrigan asked when she felt Sara’s knees rise off the table to help her pump faster and let her feel a much deeper pleasure. Sara nodded, her head quickly beginning to cloud over with the powerful orgasm that was rapidly building deep down in her loins. Only a little more of this painful pleasure and it would rip through her like a chainsaw. Morrigan smiled as she said, “But it’s not like the real thing, is it?” Sara shook her head, knowing that the sensation of something warm and pulsating deep within her was much more pleasurable. She would have been sent over the edge by now if she had a man buried inside her wet folds and not some damn candle stick.
“Would you like the real thing, Sara?” Morrigan asked when she could clearly see Sara was just about to break. She mindlessly nodded, prompting Morrigan to quickly pull the stick out of her. Sara gasped loudly. She knew if this sexual frustration didn’t get released soon, she’d probably die. Her heart continued to race as she felt Morrigan get up off the table and someone else took her place. Sara could feel something else being hesitantly thrust into the depths of her white hot center, something thick, warm, and pulsating. The shackles around her ankles were released, allowing her legs free range. Sara knew she was in the presence of a man and instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, her mind too numb from the torture to think with anything other than instinct. She wanted release, and she wanted it now, no matter who or what gave it to her.
Sara felt a pair of hands snake their way up over her hips and along her sides until they firmly rested over her breasts, gently kneading them with strong, delicate fingers. She arched into them, causing an even more delicious sensation between her legs as he slipped deeper into her, filling her completely. Sara gasped for breath, unable to hold out any longer. Soon, her hands were also released from their confines, allowing her to reach up to grab a hold of her blindfold, but soon felt the slap of a whip against them.
“Ah! Ah! No peeking!” Morrigan scolded from right behind her. Sara reluctantly took her hands away from the fabric and let them wander to the strong hands that were still massaging her breasts. They were smooth to the touch, except for the big bulky ring on the right hand. Their fingers interlocked as he spread her arms out to either side of her body and leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss that her mouth devoured as he continued to thrust into her. He released her hands, allowing them to fall on his back as that ever growing ache finally reached its pinnacle. Sara’s nails dug into his skin as she tightened her grip around his waist and let out the scream she had been holding back the entire time. She had finally hit her release, her entire body shuddering as the shockwaves continued to radiate outward into all of her extremities. He came soon after, causing her body to go into convulsions yet again for another mind numbing orgasm. Morrigan was right; the control freaks did get the most satisfaction out of an experience like this.
When all was over, Sara found herself falling limp against the table, sated, her body so worn out by the experience it was barely able to function beyond the most essential of tasks like breathing and circulating blood. The warm weight of the body on top of her was a welcome relief from the cold tabletop as it rested against her sweat drenched skin. She had the sudden urge to reach up and touch the man’s face, hoping to get a better clue as to what he looked like. Her hand fell upon his forehead and traveled downward along his cheekbone, over his beard and to his lips, which he used to gently kiss Sara’s fingertips. She signed, nothing registering, but being filed away until tomorrow, when she knew she could process all the information. It was then that she snuggled up beneath the warm body and fell into a blissful sleep.
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It was hours before Sara awoke feeling the suns warm rays falling upon her skin. The scent of sex and silk sheets was heavy in the air, reminding her of the wonderful night she had spent with two strangers (one of which she thought she knew) and a whole lot of kinky sex. She knew she was in a different room judging from the soft silk sheets and mattress around her body and the fact there was a window. She sighed contently, opening her eyes and letting them adjust to the brightness.
The room was beautifully furnished, to say the least. Sara was lying on a tall redwood canopy bed with the most comfortable mattress she had ever laid on surrounded in white silk sheets. Beside the bed was a matching redwood table covered with a silk cloth and a small stained glass lamp that looked to be terribly expensive. Continuing her scan of the room, Sara found it was spacious with a redwood desk opposite the bed and two doors to either side of it, one she guessed led out into the corridor and the other to the bathroom. The tapestries on the window were made of the same rich white silk of her sheets and swung softly in the breeze.
‘The white room,’ Sara thought as she smiled and rolled onto her back. The silk sheets were soft against her naked skin. If she could have any fantasy come true, it would be having sex in this bed with the man she slept with last night. Just the thought spurred on Sara’s imagination as to what she’d do to him if he knew who he was. It was then that she replayed all the sensations from the night before. The strong body, the ring, the face, the beard… There was only one person she knew that fit that description, but before she had any time to think of him, a knock came at her door.
Sara sat up in her comfortable bed, whimpering that she had to get out of it, and grabbed white terry cloth robe that had been set at her feet. She slipped it over her shoulders and walked to the door she supposed led out to the hallway. ‘Hmm… this feels nice,’ she thought, running her hands over it before she grabbed the knob and twisted it open.
“Well, if it isn’t the devil himself,” Sara said as she leaned against the doorframe, her eyes scanning the figure of the man that she knew she had just had sex with. “I knew it was you, Nottingham. And don’t lie to me, because I can read it off you like a book.”
Ian’s head fell as he stared down at his shoes. He knew he was busted and decided to give up before Sara’s anger got any worse. Maybe holding out his hands and waiting for her to cuff them was a much better idea, but she stayed there, unmoving, watching him. Ian thought for sure that she’d explode like a nuclear bomb at any moment, but when nothing had been said for over two minutes, he finally looking up to see the impish grin on her face.
“You think I’m pissed, don’t you?” Sara questioned as her grin turned into a full smile. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into her room. Surprise didn’t even begin to describe the look on Ian’s face as she led him to the center of the room after having closed the door and locked. She continued to grin at him as her hand played with the knot at the front of her robe. “You know what last night taught me?” she asked, finally untying the knot and letting her index finger seductively race down her chest, opening the front of the robe a little more. She could see his eyes follow her finger and knew she has his attention. “Life is great when you let the mind take a vacation and let your body do what it wants.” She grabbed his jacket and pulled him into her, their lips barely touching as she whispered, “Maybe you should take my advice.”
Sara pressed her lips up against his as she slid the black trench coat off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor as his hands snaked beneath her white robe and pulled it away from her body to expose her naked flesh. Her fingers began to play at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up slowly as Ian gently pushed her down against the bed. Sara moaned into his mouth as he pinned her on the mattress. She like this new, slightly dominant side of Ian she had never seen before. It was arousing, to say the least. She could already feel the saturation between her legs begin to flow.
Finally, after struggling for a few moments, Ian’s shirt was off and discarded on the floor beside his coat. Their bare chests heaved against each other as they continued to kiss, only breaking for moments at a time to take in oxygen, then plunging right back in as hands tugged and pulled at clothing until both were naked, still pressed up against the side of the bed with Sara’s legs on either side of Ian’s hips. She could feel his thick erection pressed up against her hot wet folds, teasing her as she rubbed against him, her body withering as his skilled hands played with her breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples between his fingers until they were rock hard and sore.
“Don’t stop,” Sara moaned as he pulled away from her lips and began kissing his way down the pale column of flesh that was her neck, pausing for a couple of moments to nibble behind her earlobe, then continuing his way downward again over her collarbone until he finally reached her right breast. His tongue made a pass over her nipple as she arched towards him until he finally grabbed it between his teeth and slowly began to suck on it. Sara groaned in pleasure as her hands found their way to his hair and filtered through it. Ian switched to the other breast, bestowing the same pleasures on it as the one before. She tightened her hold on his hips as he pulled away, this time giving her the sly smile as he gazed down, amber eyes on fire with lust and passion.
“Say it,” he whispered, slowly grinding his hips against her.
“Fuck me,” Sara moaned, the sensation so intense it nearly caused her eyes to roll to the back of her head.
“Louder,” Ian demanded, looking straight into her eye as he waited for her to say it again.
“Fuck me!” she finally cried, her tone begging him to impale her where she lay.
“As you wish, my Lady,” he huskily whispered close to her ear as he leaned into her, his arms spread to either side of her head and kissed her pouted red lips.
Before Sara had a chance to take everything in, she could feel Ian slowly slide into her. Her back arched on its own vocation as her body cried out for more. His arms slipped beneath the small of her back, keeping her hips tilted as just the right angle for the most pleasure and deepest penetration. Sara groaned as he thrust his hips, every push sending her closer and closer to release. Her muscles tightened as the orgasm continued to grow to proportions she had yet to experience with any other man. She knew this was definitely going to be one of those times where her body would probably give out as soon as it was over. Her arms wrapped around Ian’s neck as she braced herself for the earth shattering climax that would soon rip through her body.
“Oh! OOH! OOOHHHH!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” she screamed, his pumping growing harder and faster as they both desperately tried to hang on to their last ounces of strength.
Ian grunted as her nails dug deeper into his back, but held her tightly fearing for his own sanity if he left her go. He also knew that soon, he’d experience something much more intense than the night before and braced himself for the worst, but nothing could have prepared him for the blood curdling scream that escaped Sara’s lips as she finally hit her climax, her muscles tightening around him as she clung to his body for dear life. Soon, he also fell victim to the orgasm that radiated throughout his body. It probably would have sent him to his knees if he hadn’t been holding onto Sara for dear life.
They lay there in each other’s arms at the edge of the bed, their bodies so exhausted it took willpower just to breathe. Sara was the first to recover some of her strength and gently ran her fingers through Ian’s hair as his head lay atop her chest, his breathing coming in short gasps as he continued to hang onto her as if she were the tether that kept him from slipping off the face of the earth. When he finally realized that he had her pinned beneath his body, Ian used whatever strength he had to lift himself off her and fell onto the bed, unable to support himself any longer.
“You still think I’m pissed at you?” Sara asked as she gazed into those soft amber eyes, a bright smile illuminating her face. Ian merely shook his head while smiling back at her. “Good,” she replied, snuggling up against him as he wrapped himself around her body, still exhausted and letting the sleep that leaded down his eyelids finally envelop him. Sara soon followed suit as they fell asleep in each other arms.
From the other room, Morrigan smiled. ‘Another happy couple brought together by yours truly.” She walked to Sara’s door and slipped a card beneath it. On the front it read, “Reckless Abandon,” while on the back it said, “If you ever wanna do that again, please don’t hesitate to call me. I’d love to see you again. Morrigan.” Knowing that Sara would discover it some time later that day, she soundlessly slipped down the hall towards her waiting chariot parked in the driveway of her mansion and sped off to work, the smile still gracing her beautiful red lips.