Page 6 of What Works for Us

Ifound myself being pulled up to Elena’s loft at a rapid rate. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d been turned on by the live porn we’d just witnessed. As soon as the door was latched behind us, we were removing one another’s clothing faster than I thought humanly possible. Once again, she took me by the hand and drug me over to her bed before opening the trunk beside it.

“Ah, that’s what I was looking for. Lay down,” she directed me. She came towards me with two clips connected by a chain and a pair of handcuffs.

“Do you have a safeword you use, Iris?” she asked me.

“Safeword?”

“Yes, a word you use to tell me to stop when you need me to. For tonight, I’ll keep things light. Nothing more than handcuffs and nipple clamps if you’re okay with that?”

“Yes,” I panted, both were things to try on my sexual bucket list.

“Think about things you’d like to try in the future but come up with a safeword to use in case you want me to stop when we’re playing. I don’t ever want to make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable.”

Hearing her take my feelings into account, something no other had ever done before not only forced me to pause but deepened my feelings for this woman. Without a doubt, I trusted her which was something I never thought I’d ever be able to do again. After she fastened my wrists to the bedposts, Elena leaned over taking each nipple inside her mouth. Gently she tugged them with her teeth before securing them with the clamps she had in hand. I sucked in a breath, and she paused, “Too tight?”

“Just right.” The stimulation evoked was like none other, and I found myself enjoying it.

Elena stood back, proudly surveying her handy work. “Holy hell, you look fantastic in my bed.”

Diving back into her toy chest, she retrieved an anal plug and a double dildo. Both of which I couldn’t wait to have inside me.

“Have you ever done any anal play?” she asked, holding up a medium sized plug.

“Yes, I have a tail at home that I sometimes entertain myself with,” I said with a wink.

Her eyes darkened, and she stalked over to me, pulling a tube of lube out of the nightstand. I watched as she coated the plug, anticipating the moment it breached the point of entry. Crawling up the bed, she perched herself between my legs before lifting my ass up again murmuring, “Beautiful.”

She swirled the tip of the plug around my hole, loosening it up before slowly sliding it in. After I’d adjusted to it, she leaned over licked a stripe up my taint before retrieving the dildo.

“My turn to taste you,” she informed me, placing her face between my legs. She licked around the perimeter, from the plug to my clit and nipped the nub. I flinched and moaned, so she did it again. I’ve come to find, I rather enjoy these sharp, painful sensations. With my focus on her clitoral torment, I didn’t realize she’d slid a finger in until another followed alongside it. Between the anal plug and her fingers, the pressure on my erogenous zones was intense.

“Ah, ah,” I panted, “don’t make me come too soon, babe. I wanna come with you when we’re both riding your two-headed toy,” I informed her.

With one last flick of her tongue, she crawled up me, placing her vagina over my face. “Lick,” she commanded. Without question, I began orally pleasuring her without resolve. Her scent, her taste, she was everything I wanted yet never knew I needed. She moaned when I drew her clit between my teeth. The sound she emitted as I did so, heightened the intensity of my impending release.

When she was good and ready, she slid back down and inserted one side of the dildo into me first. Drawing it in and out a couple of times to set the tempo before placing the other end inside her. Crouched above me, she drove it in and out of us, leaning over from time to time to push her tongue into my mouth. The taste of both of us mixing together was intoxicating. She lightly tugged on the chain hanging between my breasts that connected the nipple clamps, intensifying my building orgasm.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” she moaned, riding harder, forcing the dildo further inside us. The effect of being filled and fucked overwhelmed me.

“Gonna…come…” I warned, but could no longer hold back as I screamed, “Elena!”

“Oh my God. Iris!” She rode fast and furiously through her orgasm.

“Holy hell,” I panted, my chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath.

“Holy hell indeed,” she mimicked before collapsing on top of me.

“Um, sweetie, do you think you could uncuff me now?” I asked.

“Oh shit, sorry.” She removed first the toys, then the cuffs and gently massaged my wrists before taking her place beside me. Elena laid her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around my waist. Her breaths shallowed as she dozed off. I kissed the top of her head before joining her.

I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. Elena appeared, handing me a cup before taking a seat on the bed beside me.

“Morning, love,” she said, giving me a kiss.

“Morning. I could get used to this,” I told her, taking a sip from the mug.

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