Bidding War (35 page)

"You like this?"

"Yes." She paused. "Kissing my feet is submissive."

I kissed them some more and she moaned.

"You can nip gently," she said.

So I did, very gently. She squirmed, but she seemed to like it.

On the way back up, I kissed the inside of her legs. As I got closer to her center, she spread them for me. I kissed up the inside of one leg, but then kissed against the bone of her pelvis. "Not yet," I told her.

She whimpered.

"Soon."

I gave her nipples more attention, then her lips, then nipped her shoulder very gently.

I stroked her with my hands, drawing closer and closer to her crotch, but with them bound, I couldn't use my fingers effectively. I think she knew that. She smiled when I tried.

"What are you going to do about that?"

"Ask you to untie me."

"No."

"I would be better with my hands. You were."

"You were too ready. I had barely gotten started. You surprised me. I can hold you at the peak forever until you'll promise anything."

"With just your mouth?"

"I guess not. I use my hands, too."

"Untie me."

"No. Do what you can while still bound. Whatever you do is enough. I like you bound."

So I kissed her, then traced a line of kisses directly down her middle until I was poised over her center. I could smell her musk wafting up to me. I bent over and kissed once, and she spread her legs.

And for the first time in my life, I looked directly at another woman's sex, from a much closer position than I've ever seen my own. I set my mouth over her, and she squirmed.

I took some practice, but I finally parted her labia and found her clitoris waiting for me.

She was wet with her juices, and she tasted sweet and musky, and I suddenly needed to fill myself with her taste. I began sucking and slurping, running my tongue from her clitoris all the way down her slit as far as I could, filling my mouth with her taste before returning to her clitoris to tease it with lips and tongue.

"No biting," she said. "But oh, that is so nice."

She squirmed and flinched, then said, "Yes, more, just like that. Suck harder."

Soon she was squirming and panting before she said, "Can you slide your tongue into me?"

I lowered my mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as I could, slipping into her vagina, wriggling it. I need fingers would be better, but she jerked and thrashed, then said, "Now the clit. Pamela, now, please."

I moved to her clitoris again, flicking my tongue against it a few times before wrapping my lips around it and sucking and teasing.

Then she reached down with a hand and pressed my face more firmly into her crotch, guiding me slightly, but mostly just asking for more pressure. I gave it to her, and her panting increased.

"Yes. Yes. Pamela. Oh god. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh...."

And then I felt a small flood of fresh juices coat my mouth, I inhaled them and continued to suck until the pressure on the back of my head relaxed, and she fell still.

Slowly I withdrew from her, kissing her softly.

She had tasted amazing.

"I know I wasn't very good," I said.

"Shh," she said. "Don't ruin the buzz. Kiss me."

I shifted and kissed her. She sucked her taste greedily from my mouth, then I collapsed next to her, snuggling into her.

We both fell asleep.

* * *

I woke some time later. Gwendolyn was pulling out from underneath me.

"Please don't go," I told her.

"Bathroom," she said. "Am I invited to stay?"

"Yes. Untie me?"

"No."

Then she disappeared into my bathroom. I squirmed under the covers and was waiting for her when she came back, carrying my comforter. She spread it over the bed, walked around the room blowing out candles, then slipped between the sheets with me.

She pulled me into her arms, and I cuddled up to her.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Regrets?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"No." I paused. "Was that an eleven?"

She burst out laughing. "I highly doubt it," she said after a moment. "Probably a five."

"I'm talking about the one you gave me."

"I know you are. Maybe a five."

"No way? That was more than a five. Well, the first one."

"A six at the most," she said. "But probably a five."

"I was the recipient," I told her. "And I will be the judge."

She kissed my head. "Trust me on this. First time, and you were uptight, and I was impatient. You weren't ready for me to use my mouth. I didn't use any toys except the ones on your wrists. Five."

"Seven."

"Five. Barely. And honey, the scale. It's logarithmic."

"You are so full of shit!"

"Did you pass out?"

"Of course not."

"That eleven Bonnie talks about?"

"She passed out?"

"Yep. Scared me for a minute, but I checked her and she was fine, then she came to and couldn't say anything but 'oh wow, oh wow' for ten minutes. It's rare, but it has a name. Orgasmic syncope."

"Full of shit."

"Wager."

I shut up for a moment. "All right, wager."

"If I win, your wrists stay tied until morning, at which point I release you, and you cook breakfast for me."

"All right."

"If you win, it's your choice when I untie your wrists, but I'll give you a massage when you're ready to go back to sleep."

"Deal. I'll go get my laptop."

I climbed out of bed, found my laptop, returned to sit on the bed, and opened the computer. I entered my password and slid the computer around to face Gwendolyn.

She sat up, did a web search, then said, "There. Orgasmic syncope."

I read the article.

"It says it's very rare."

"Do you really want to call Bonnie and ask her?"

"No," I said in a small voice.

She smiled in the light from the laptop. "Put this away and come back to bed, my little prisoner-for-the-night."

"Yes, jail keeper."

I put the laptop in the other room then crawled back under the covers with her. We kissed a little, and she stroked me sensuously, and then I was asleep.

"
Good morning, little prisoner," Gwendolyn said in the morning. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did." I smiled, yawned, and stretched as much as I could with my wrists still bound. I looked at them, then curled up under the covers again.

"Regrets?"

"No. Again?"

She laughed. "No. Today is Moira's day, isn't it?"

I pouted.

She gave me a quick peck of a kiss.

"What was that?"

"Morning breath kiss."

I laughed. "Fair enough."

"One of us has already dealt with that issue, but I know if I gave you a proper kiss, you would freak when you realized. Eww! You kissed me with morning breath."

I laughed again. "You know me well."

"Go on," she said. "Go use the bathroom, brush your teeth, run a brush through your hair, and come back and cuddle."

"Yes, Mistress,
" I said, trying to drip just a hint of sarcasm into my voice.

She laughed. "Not hardly. Go on."

So I did, then slithered back under the covers and received a proper kiss. "Oh, minty mouth," she said afterwards.

"I know what I'd rather taste like," I told her, starting to kiss my way down her body. She hauled me back up.

"Behave."

We cuddled together for a few minutes, not saying anything. Then she said quietly, "We have no promises between us."

"We have some. I owe you breakfast."

"All right, you owe me breakfast."

"And whatever happens, we both want a friendship afterwards. Is that still true?"

"Yes. I want you in my life." She paused. "It may be friends, but if so, I want it to be close friends."

"Not lovers?"

She kissed my head. "Maybe as lovers, but you may decide you and Moira fit better. Or now that you know what is possible, you may go back to boys."

"So no promises right now," I said.

"One promise. Honesty."

"Yes." I glanced at the clock. It wasn't quite nine. "Are you in a hurry?"

"We're not making love this morning."

"Go over breakfast?"

"Oh, lovely thought. And did you think of a wager?"

"Eleven stones?"

She paused. "Ten."

"Afraid to let me win?"

"One stone is about fifteen points. Do you think if we played that game again last night, you'd get another fifteen points?"

"Let's discuss the wager first then. If I win, you invite me to watch you operate. What do you want if you win?"

"That's what you want?"

I nodded at her. She kissed my forehead. "Eleven stones. If I win, I get to be there when you tell Bonnie what we did Thursday night and last night."

"Those two aren't remotely equal winnings."

"I know. It's all I could think of that didn't involve sex."

I laughed. "All right. Deal."

I held out my wrists to her.

"What?" she asked.

"Untie please."

"What if I don't want to?"

"I'm not going into the kitchen with my hands tied. It wouldn't be safe for anything more than toast."

She reached for my wrists. It took her seconds to release me. Then she massaged my skin where the ropes and left little serpentine marks. I stared at them.

"Those will be gone in a while," she said. "Long before you arrive at Moira's."

I smiled and kissed her before climbing out of bed. "Did you want to shower?"

"No, I can do that later."

I retrieved a silk robe for her. It was way too small for her, and she looked really cute in it. She slipped her undies on. I put on a robe and a fresh pair of undies
, and we walked out to the living room. Gwendolyn collected the go set on the way.

Started a fresh pot of coffee then raided the refrigerator, moving ingredients to the counter. I found bell peppers, onions eggs, some lovel
y sausages from Byerly's, and a large, uneaten baked potato.

I cut everything up. "This is going to be a little decadent."

"Decadent is good."

I made fried breakfast potatoes with onions and did an egg scramble with the peppers and sausages. "Sorry, no cinnamon rolls."

She laughed.

Everything just took a few minutes, and I spread the breakfast between two plates. We moved to the dinette table with our plates and coffee. Gwendolyn had already set up the board and made her first play.

I was ahead until the end. I could tell that Gwendolyn was playing to win; she always does. But she seemed please by how well I was doing. Then she looked at me. "You can watch me operate any time you want, honey. But I'm sorry." She made a play into my territory.

"No way!" I said. I looked at it. I looked at her. "I'm winning."

"You were," she said. "Suddenly you aren't."

"I don't even see it." I kept looking, then I realized I had two weak points. I looked at her.

"Am I bluffing?"

"No."

"Show me."

I pointed out the two weak points.

"Can you protect both of them?"

I shook my head.

"What are you going to do?"

"Cry?"

"Oh honey," she said.

"Psych." I made the least devastating play and lost by fifteen points.

"I wanted you to win," Gwendolyn said. "Although I am looking forward to my winnings. I will happily let you watch me operate, though."

"I don't know if I can tell her.

"Will she be that upset?"

"No, but I'll die of embarrassment."

Gwendolyn laughed, a deep laugh full of joy. I joined her shortly.

We put the game away and stood up then walked back to the bedroom. We both got quiet while Gwendolyn began dressing.

"You must be used to this part," I said.

"I guess," she said. "It's different when you go into it just for the sex. That isn't what we're about though."

"What are you going to do with your toaster oven?"

"Donate it to charity."

I smiled. "I'm glad to have helped charity again."