She watched with half-lidded eyes as her lover hung in the candle-lit gloom – wrists bound above her head, legs spread wide, her weight supported by thick leather straps under her thighs.
The chains clinked with her every movement; every heave of her chest, every twitch of muscle as she struggled.
Soft, pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweet, salty sweat – slick under her gloved fingertips. Her lover's heat radiated through the darkened room, filling their secret place with her need.
Their latest session was stretching on into its second hour.
She moved around her bondmate, enjoying the subtle sounds of the skin-tight body glove she wore; the way it pulled and squeezed the curves of her body.
Her lover struggled to lift her head, jerking in an attempt to follow the movement. The blindfold secured tightly about her head was soaked with sweat – the gag in her mouth ensured she could do nothing but moan.
She shuddered as fingertips lightly traced across flushed, sensitive skin – red and raw from the kiss of the flail in her fist.
A whimper escaped as she pressed the cool fabric covering her body close, between lust-slicked thighs.
She teased her with the frayed ends of the flail, dragging the leather strips from the savage heat between her legs up to her taunt belly and between her heaving breasts.
Her lover released a pitiful breath as her head fell back; wet, tangled hair slipped across her shoulders.
She was nearly there – beyond the persona she carried every second to those outside this room. Out there, she was who she needed to be, for them. In here, she found the release she needed, the release she so desperately wanted.
In here, she existed for the pleasure of her bondmate – nothing more.
Oh, how you please me, she whispered the thought through their shallow bond, soft as silk across skin.
A pulse of gratitude answered her, muddled by savage need.
She gripped her throat then in a firm grip, brushing gentle kisses across swollen lips. She tasted of sweat and the rubber latex lodged in her mouth – a groan rumbled from deep in her chest.
So very, very close.
Slender, nimble fingers wrapped themselves about the small chain draped across her breasts – linked to each peaked nipple. Her lips curled as her lover arched her back, muscles locked tight from the gentlest tug. Her legs and feet shuddered as she whined helplessly.
P-please…Mistress…, the plea echoed through the bond, powerful enough to send shivers through both their bodies.
She stood upon the precipice. One final push was all it would take.
Releasing the flail only to bury her hand in a clutch of sweat-slicked hair with a savage tug to bare her throat, she licked and sucked in a growing haze of passion.
The chains rattled with the rhythm of their gyrating bodies.
Ohgodplease – please Mistress – please Mistress – PLEASE MISTRESS, her lover ached, screaming into her mind – utterly broken, utterly unashamed with want, with need – every barrier dissolved, all thought banished by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
With a savage smile, Liara released her, panting as she stepped away from her – leaving her yet again on the edge of ecstasy.
Her lover whimpered through heaving breaths, her body wracked by uncontrollable spasms.
Liara watched her with half-lidded eyes as her body hung in the gloom.
So very close, indeed.