Passage To Submission

An eBook By Aarona Griffin.

Music slowly filled the room, a sort of mesmerizing rhythm, lots of bass and synthesizers, strange voices sometimes chanting, drums and more keyboards. Nina held her breath, and heard her heart pounding in her ears. She lay quiet, waiting, tensed. With the blindfold on she found herself in another dimension of sensitivity. She listened for Carrie's approach, aware of every breath of air, every sound in the music, the feel of her body, the warm, soft cover below her, every hair aware of touch or movement.

She waited.

Suddenly a warm hand caressed her belly. The mattress gave way to the weight of another.

"Carrie?" Nina asked.

Carrie smiled but remained silent.

Nina held her breath. Between her legs the mattress scooped down, one leg feeling a warm stretch of body. Hands enclosed her breasts in their grasp, squeezing and molding gently, then teasing the nipples into erection with the soft tip of one finger. Nina moaned quietly, still unsure. A warm, wet mouth slid over her nipple, sucking, while hands continued their gentle kneading.

Nina stretched out her body and lifted her chest to the warm mouth, wanting, as if lost in a dream, but feeling the touch, at last.

"Oh Carrie, oh yes..."

The warmth left one breast and moved to the other. Nina's skin was sensitive to every motion, every breath, every touch, even the slight breeze of the woman's hand passing over her side, nipples hard and swollen, one in the woman's mouth. A hand caressed Nina's side, down over her hip, slid under her buttocks, and around her waist, causing her to arch into the woman's arms.

The warmth of Carrie's tongue left her breast, followed a path between the smooth slopes, down over her ribcage, sucking bits of flesh into her mouth, teasing, biting, leaving pink marks on her white skin.

The mattress gave to the left, then to the right. Nina's body tensed, not trusting the woman whose weight was now centered between her open legs, body so near her own, a little fear, but overcome by the electricity of the woman's touch as it kept repeating touches.

Hands caressed Nina's thighs, over her muscles, knees, the front of her calves, easing them down into a relaxed position, a mouth kissing the inside of one leg, fingernails creating light patterns, the inside of the other leg, a tiny bite. Shivers slipped over Nina's body, now tensed and awake, alive with sensation and heat. Fingers traced patterns in toward her center from either side, then up and over, teasing, fingers scratching along the curl of her hair, hand covering the mound. Nina lifted up toward the touch, wanting more. She felt the hot breath of a mouth; the soft, wet meeting of the woman's tongue along the slippery sides of her sex, then a finger slipping in smoothly, igniting her deep inside, then another.

"Ooohhh, yes, oh Carrie..." The fingers slipped in and out, in and out as Nina rode them, muscles tensing around them as if she were sucking them.

"Mmmmmmm, yes..." Her breathing quickened.

The fingers slipped out, still caressing the soft wetness of her opening, then moved away. Nina felt a sudden overwhelming cold wetness against her skin, along the middle of her body, down over her belly toward the raging heat, moving too quickly, down between her legs.

"Stop!" Nina cried, trying to wriggle away, but the bindings would not give at all.

"Oh please, it's so cold, please, no!" Nina arched her body, gripping the bindings that held her too well.

"Ice is like that," Carrie offered, not moving the ice cube from between Nina's legs. Nina struggled. The ice moved away. Nina held her breath. Something warm and wet took her in. Carrie's mouth found the opening of Nina's body again, teasing and tasting her, running her tongue gently up and down, then plunging inside her, playing in the salty ocean of her. Nina cried out, her voice full of passion, her breathing becoming more and more excited. She arched into Carrie's mouth, moving with the woman's tongue, taking her in, wanting more...

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