Love Bound (22 page)

‘Didn’t work did it,’ Lauren said with
a snort of derision

‘No,’ Sam said quietly. She bowed her
head in apparent shame.

‘Would you like me to beat you?’
Lauren asked.

‘Y…yes,’ Sam said falteringly, but she
was starting to look shifty, expectant.

‘Punish you for what you’ve done?’

‘Yes.’ Sam’s eyes had begun to light
up.

‘Really?’

‘God, yes,’ Sam gasped. It had only
been a matter of moments but she had done a complete volte-face. She was almost
drooling.

‘Beg me to beat you,’ Lauren
commanded.

‘Please beat me, Lauren,’ Sam said,
her breath coming fast and furious by now. ‘I’m begging you.’

‘Lay on your stomach on the bed,’
Lauren ordered as she removed the heavy leather belt that she had around the
waist of her denim mini-dress. She took off the dress, she was bra-less. She
then removed her black shoes and her black thong.

Sam lay facedown on the bed, her face
buried into the pillow, holding onto the iron head-board and twitching her
thighs, waiting for Lauren to start beating her naked backside. She didn’t have
to wait long.

Lauren raised the black leather belt
and swung it through the air. It landed with a crack on its target, causing Sam
to gasp at the sudden pain that seared across her backside. She was still
trying to draw breath when Lauren brought the belt down again. It was even more
agonizing. A third and fourth stroke followed in swift succession and then down
came the belt again. Each time Lauren struck Sam with it she made a noise into
the pillow and her body twisted as if trying to get her grip loose from the
headboard. She’s loving it, the whore, Lauren thought. And so was Lauren. Her
pulse was raging and there was a burning feeling between her legs. But that
wasn’t all. She felt liberated somehow, as if she was unleashing something deep
within herself that she’d kept restrained for far too long.

As the savage beating continued, Sam
began to tense and untense her thighs desperately to try and contain the
furious pain, but to no avail. Lauren continued to thrash her backside
mercilessly, causing numerous welts to spring there like fresh cut flowers. Sam
was crying and moaning into the muffling pillow. Her naked lacerated body
glistened with sweat, her thighs with love juice.

Lauren finally stopped beating her and
put the belt to one side. ‘You like being fisted by Lisa, do you?’ she said and
Sam nodded into the pillow.

‘Turn over,’ Lauren instructed, her
eyes still blazing but with something much more than anger now. Jesus, she was
enjoying this. Her heart was pounding and her pussy was wet. Her nipples had
become as tight as stones. She felt full of sexual energy, full of power.

Sam twisted, releasing her hold on the
headboard as she rolled onto her back, her body arching towards Lauren. She was
slack-mouthed and her eyes were glazed with lust, her pupils so dilated that
she seemed almost to have no iris. She opened her legs wide apart, wantonly
wide. Her pussy was wet and sticky and dripping with liquid.

Then Lauren put a hand down on her and
started to rub, started to grind her fingers against her clitoral bud. She put
two fingers into the slickness of her pussy, feeling the soft wet darkness of
her insides. And Sam thrust her hips lasciviously against her probing fingers.
She was in a delirium of lust, knowing more—much more—was to come.

Lauren’s fingers were really working
her pussy now and she twisted a third one in. She drove all three of them deep
inside her, plunging hard into her wet sex. Sam was tight around her fingers as
Lauren snaked her hand down to rub her stiff shiny clitoris again, this time
with her thumb, and at the same time she inserted a fourth finger into her wet,
wet vagina.

 She forged deep into her wetness
several times before she inserted her thumb. She had her whole hand inside
Sam’s sex now, plunged into the hot oozing wetness of her. Sam’s breath was
coming quicker and quicker. Her sex was soaking, drenched. Lauren’s hand was
drenched too as she pushed and pushed until Sam climaxed, shaking and moaning.
Her face screwed up as her orgasm reached its peak and she cried out loudly.
Lauren removed her hand. Her palm and wrist were soaked. The bedspread was wet
with juice.

Now for that bitch Lisa, Lauren
thought. She picked up Sam’s cell-phone from the dressing table and threw it in
her direction. ‘Phone her,’ she said

‘Who?’

‘Don’t play dumb with me,’ Lauren
snapped. ‘Lisa, who else?’

‘What do you want me to say?’

‘Tell her I’m away for a couple of
days,’ Lauren said. ‘Tell her you need her now, this evening.’

‘What if she says she can’t come?’

‘Do it.’

‘I will but…’

‘Just do it, bitch,’ Lauren cut in.
‘Tell her to be here in an hour’s time.’

Sam did it, she made the call. Then
she handed the cell-phone back to Lauren.

‘What did she say?’ Lauren asked.

‘She said she’d come round.’

‘In an hour?’

‘In an hour.’

Great, Lauren thought. Fantastic.
Enough time to do what she wanted to do. She left Sam on her back and went to
the chest of drawers and put the cell-phone back on its top. She opened a
drawer and took out three black silken scarves. She tied Sam’s wrists to the
bedstead with two of them and used the third to blindfold her. Last but not
least, Lauren took hold of her own discarded black thong and stuffed it into
Sam’s mouth.

Fast forward an hour. A sharp buzz
broke the silence of the apartment. Lauren went to the panel by the front door
to respond. ‘Yeah,’ she said in a passable imitation of Sam’s voice.

‘It’s me,’ Lisa said, announcing her
presence at the apartment block’s entry panel. Lauren buzzed her in so that she
could push open the front door. A few moments later there was another sharp
sound, the doorbell. Lauren was still naked when she opened the door. Lisa
looked startled. She gave a sharp intake of breath not at Lauren’s nudity but
that it was her, not Sam, who had come to the door. Lauren had gone away for a
couple of days, that’s what Sam had said. What the hell was going on?

Lauren looked at the girl’s confused
face and then let her gaze wander down her body. She had to admit she could see
why Sam had fallen in lust with Lisa. She was remarkably good looking, a
brunette with a small pretty nose, full lips and clean white teeth. She had a
youthful face and unusual grey eyes. Lauren didn’t like her eyes, though. They
looked sly.

Lisa was dressed in a dark top with no
bra, her nipples stiff and sticking out underneath the fabric. She also had on
a skimpy black leather skirt—no more than a pelmet—and flat black pumps. She
was quite petite and her hands, their nails covered in dark red polish, were
small. They were positively dainty, Lauren thought. She used one of those tiny
hands to fist Sam. So fucking what!

‘Where’s Sam?’ Lisa asked
suspiciously.

Lauren gazed at her with a calmness
she didn’t feel. Then her lips slowly broke into a reassuring smile. ‘Don’t be
concerned,’ she said. ‘Everything’s okay. Sam’s told me all about your affair
with her and I don’t mind.’

Lisa’s mouth fell open. ‘You don’t?’

‘No, not at all,’ Lauren said, holding
her with her blue eyes, her winning smile, her seductive smile. Her voice
remained perfectly calm, belying the seething emotions she felt within. ‘I want
you too,’ she added. ‘Sam and I both want you.’

Lauren watched her think, could see
her breath quickening. ‘You do?’ Lisa asked

‘Un huh.’

‘Oh.’ She was lost for words.

‘Come into the bedroom,’ Lauren said.
‘Sam’s waiting there for you—for us. Follow me.’

Lisa gasped in surprise and
ill-concealed erotic pleasure when she was confronted by the sight of Sam in
the bedroom, wrists bound to the headboard, blindfolded and gagged. Her eyes
gleamed too and her breathing became short and shallow. Lauren could see her
excitement, could tell she was really turned on. This was going to be her kind
of sex.

‘Take off your clothes,’ Lauren said.

‘Sure,’ Lisa smirked. She tried to
present a cool exterior as she undressed, like she did this sort of thing all
the time, it was no big deal. But her eyes were even shinier now, her breathing
even shallower and her face had become heavily flushed. She looked good naked,
Lauren thought. She was well shaped and had high small breasts with nipples as
hard as bullets. Her sex was shaven clean.

Lisa chewed at her lip and waited for
Lauren to tell her what to do next. This was Lauren’s show, she’d clearly
decided. And she was more than happy to be a part of it.

 ‘Time to play,’ Lauren said,
gesturing to Lisa to come over to the bedside. ‘I want you to get onto your
hands and knees on the bed and lick Sam out.’ Lisa obediently got onto all
fours and brought her lips to Sam’s sex. She was soon sucking and licking her
pussy voraciously, making her shiver and squirm in her bonds.

Lauren buckled on a strap-on dildo and
doused it with lube as Lisa continued to move her tongue hungrily over the
slippery lips of Sam’s sex, lapping at her, drinking from her. Lauren admired
the way Lisa wiggled her backside in the air, admired the straining hollow of
her hips, as she worked so energetically on Sam’s pussy with her mouth and
tongue.

Lauren didn’t rush to start fucking
Lisa but she didn’t waste any time either. She eased the strap-on dildo into
Lisa’s tight moist sex, causing her to issue a pussy-muffled groan of pleasure.
Lauren started to slowly pump into her from behind. All the while Lisa
continued to lick and lap at Sam, her face glistening with her juices.

Lauren carried on fucking Lisa with
the strap-on, thrusting in and out in a slow rhythmic motion, her hands on her
quivering thighs as Lisa continued to lick inside Sam. Finally Sam groaned
deeply beneath her gag and shuddered and shook to an almighty climax.

Lisa hadn’t climaxed though, Lauren
knew that. But then Lauren wasn’t finished either, not by a long chalk. She
withdrew the strap-on from Lisa’s wet pussy and, pulling her head back by her
hair roughly, began to push the dildo into the opening of her anus.

Lisa squealed. ‘You’re hurting me,’
she whimpered.

‘Good,’ Lauren replied as she pushed
the dildo through her tight sphincter and entered her fully.

She started to move in and out,
pushing the dildo right inside each time, and before long Lisa began to push
herself back on it as her excitement grew and her pain turned to pleasure. She
moaned with the movement, luxuriated in it. Lauren had started slowly but soon
speeded up her thrust, pushing hard, and Lisa started to masturbate, using her
fingers on herself to the same rhythm as the dildo going in and out of her
anus. Lauren went faster still, penetrated her further, hammered into her until
her body was shaking to its very depths. Finally Lisa began a long drawn-out
moan and climaxed convulsively.

Lauren withdrew the dildo and Lisa
collapsed, panting, onto Sam. She was now laying on top of Sam—Sam her erstwhile
secret lover, Sam, who was still in bondage, her wrists tied as securely as
ever to the headboard, her blindfold and makeshift gag still in place.

Everything happened very quickly after
that. Lauren unbuckled and removed the strap-on dildo. She climbed onto the bed
and stood over Lisa and Sam with her legs apart. She unleashed a great golden
stream of urine over the two women. The hot rain of piss saturated them. ‘Hey,’
protested Lisa, looking round and getting a burst of urine in the face for her
trouble.

‘Fuck you,’ said Lauren.

Lauren climbed off the bed. She dried
her soaking thighs with Lisa’s blouse and threw it onto the two piss-sodden
women. She put on her dress and shoes. She stared at Lisa and Sam with quiet
contempt as she was dressing, her eyes as hard as rivets. Lauren strode over to
stand next to the bed. She took in a deep breath and let it out. Then she
lifted Sam’s piss-bespattered blindfold. Lauren looked for a long moment direct
into Sam’s startled, panic-stricken eyes. They were so wide she could see the
whites above and below the pupils

‘I’m leaving you, Sam, you cunt,’
Lauren spat out finally, fixing her with her most withering gaze yet. ‘We are
no longer friends. In fact I don’t ever want to see your treacherous face
again. I think you’re contemptible. I’ll leave you to the person you deserve,
this sly-eyed bitch—your ever so dominant lover. What a fucking joke, that is!’

Sam’s eyes remained as wide as
saucers. ‘Mnhhhhh,’ was all she could manage from beneath her gag.

‘That’s the most intelligent thing
I’ve heard you say in a long time,’ Lauren said with a dry laugh. ‘Oh and
Sam—my thong,’ she added, pushing the makeshift gag it was being used for
further into her mouth. ‘You can keep it. Consider it a gift.’

Lauren slung her handbag over her
shoulder and took hold of the small suitcase she’d hastily packed earlier while
she and the blindfolded, gagged and bound Sam had been awaiting Lisa’s arrival.
As Lauren walked out of the front door of the apartment, she couldn’t stop
herself smiling, thin mirthless smile though it was. Revenge is sweet, she said
to herself. And it’s sour, too. As sour as piss.