second part to 'recertifcation'. defs nsfw. includes bondage.
Anna has never been more grateful to live in such a small town. There are a couple thousand people, but she lives a ten minute walk away from the school that she was (supposed to be) taking her test in. The walk actually takes a little longer though, mostly because she couldn't stop herself from pushing Elsa against random walks so she could kiss her.
They stumble through the front door, and though it slams shut behind her, Anna doesn't give it a second thought. She leads Elsa to her bedroom and actually manages not to slam the door.
"Get undressed," she orders, and Elsa hurries to get rid of her blouse, fumbling over the buttons.
"Safeword is 'sunflower', okay? If I get too rough, it's 'snowflake' and I'll back off. Ropes only. Yes?"
Elsa's stumbling out of her pants and doesn't answer. Anna takes a step forward and grasps her chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
"What did I just say?" she asks, and Elsa swallows visibly.
"Yellow is, um, sun- no snowflake, and red is sunflower," she repeats, and Anna nods.
Anna nods. "Good girl," she says, and a pleased flush climbs up Elsa's cheeks. Anna pulls her in for one last bruising kiss before she pushes her away and onto the bed.
"Turn around," she says. "Hands and feet behind you."
Elsa's pupils are so dilated, Anna can barely see any of the original blue. She grabs one of the rolls of bandages and climbs on behind Elsa, pulling her shirt off as she leans forward to whisper in the blonde's ear.
"Some ground rules," she says, hands resting on Elsa's waist. She can see, over Elsa's shoulder, the straining of her nipples in the cool air, and Anna wants nothing more than to just look at the beauty in front of her; but, she knows she'll have plenty of time to do that later. As she speaks, she begins to wrap the cloth around Elsa's wrists and ankles.
"No speaking," she says softly. "No pleading or begging. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to take it, slut."
Elsa's eyes close for a moment and her jaw clenches, but she doesn't break the rule. Anna recognises the expression and snakes around so she's in front of Elsa. She gives her another kiss, this one softer than before, and Elsa relaxes.
"You can tell me what you want," Anna continues, grinning, "You just can't use your voice."
Elsa's eyes widen, but she truly is helpless as Anna grabs the last bandage and folds it over her eyes. She exhales, body shuddering, and Anna takes a moment to just look at her. She can see Elsa's muscles tense periodically, and she can only imagine how wet she is.
The thought reminds Anna of her own slickness, gathering in her underwear, and she quickly shucks them.
She knows Elsa can feel the bed dip when she climbs back on, so she waits a few seconds before touching – just long enough to make Elsa wonder. She stands on her knees, stomach against Elsa's back, the blonde's hands incredibly close to her core.
"The name-calling or the swearing?" Anna asks. Her hands are in Elsa's hair, undoing the meticulous bun that has the luscious locks pinned back, but Elsa doesn't answer. Anna laughs, a light airy sound, and tries again. "You're allowed to answer direct questions," she says. Elsa makes a strange movement when she answers. Her shoulders rise up to her ears, but she simultaneously seems desperate to push out her chest, seeking some kind of relief.
"The name-calling," she finally says, breathless as though she's run a marathon. Anna nods and hums, and she lets her hands travel from Elsa's shoulders down until they arrive at her hips.
"Stand up," she says. With Elsa's wrists tied to her ankles, she doesn't have an easy time. The end position has her chest arched towards the ceiling, and Anna just wants to take one of the perfect areolas into her mouth. There's a noticeable dark spot against her sheets, and Anna can't suppress her own groan.
She decides that she won't keep Elsa in this position for too long. It's too strenuous, and she certainly wants Elsa to touch her. But, there's plenty to do in the meantime.
Anna's still at Elsa's back when she lets her hands slide over the blonde's pale skin. Elsa lets out a choked cry when Anna's fingers tweak and rub at her nipples; of course, it only makes Anna do it again, and the cry turns into a sob of relief when she shows no sign of stopping. One hand continues its descent down, and Anna has to lean in a little to reach. Her breasts rub against Elsa's back, and she bites her lip.
"Fuck, Elsa," she moans; it's only made worse as her hand reaches its destination and she can feel just how wet Elsa is. She dips her fingers into Elsa's core and watches with s pleased smirk as Elsa bites back a groan; her hips still rock, seeking out a pleasure that Anna isn't ready to give her.
She slowly removes her fingers, relishing in the way they seem to catch on every ridge inside Elsa. She lets her teeth nip at Elsa's earlobe as a distraction; it allows her to murmur an, "Open your mouth" without any effort at all.
Out of everything, Anna finds Elsa sucking the juices off her hand to be the most arousing. "Mmm such a good girl…"
But then she's gone, fingers out of Elsa's mouth and her feet firmly on the floor. Elsa groans at the loss but she still doesn't say anything. Anna swiftly unties the ankle bonds, but she doesn't remove the wrist ones. She's already back on the bed, this time in front of Elsa, before the bound woman even has time to flex her feet.
"Here's the plan," Anna says. "I'm going to ride you until I cum, and you're going to sit there and take it. Then I'm going to take off the blindfold, and you get to watch as I make you fall apart beneath me." She waits until Elsa gives a nod before moving.
And then wow is she moving.
She straddles Elsa's thigh, holding the other girl up in a sitting position. Their breasts press together, and Anna finds it's getting harder and harder to fight the urge to take one peak between her lips. Even Elsa is whimpering. Her head is thrown back as though she were looking at the ceiling, and with a start, Anna realises there are tears leaking from beneath the bandage.
But Elsa hasn't said the safeword, so she continues, kissing Elsa instead.
The blonde returns it with an equal vigour. It's sweet and salty from Elsa's slickness and her tears, but Elsa moans loudly, pressing back even harder.
Anna's reached between her legs, swiping and circling furiously at her clit. It hasn't even been that long – two days, maybe – but Anna's orgasm is building like she hasn't had one in months. Her middle and ring finger slide into her slickened pussy, and she moves her thumb over to her clit.
Within seconds she's shuddering into a release, breathless and lightheaded. Her fingers slip from her body, and she places them at Elsa's lips. She doesn't have to ask her to open this time; Elsa doesn't it automatically, sucking at Anna's fingers with even greater fervour than she did her own.
Elsa's so distracted with the taste that she doesn't notice Anna loosening the bonds on both her wrists and the blindfold. Anna pulls her fingers from Elsa's mouth, and in a swift movement had removed the blindfold and pushed Elsa onto her back.
She doesn't even give Elsa a chance to prepare herself before her mouth is at Elsa's core. She lifts it momentarily, chin glistening, to say, "You're allowed to speak now," before she dives right back in.
Elsa's hands come to rest on the back of her head as she gives it, tongue flicking over Elsa's clit and down to her entrance. She slides a finger in, and Elsa's hips rock forward, desperately seeking friction. With her ears covered by Elsa's absolutely delicious thighs, much of what the girl is saying is muffled. Anna gets the gist of it, hears her name a few times in between the "fuck"s and "oh god"s Elsa's repeating.
It doesn't take her long to push Elsa over the edge, convulsing and crying out. It doesn't take long for it to become painful, and Elsa pushes her away when she can't stand the pleasure any longer.
They're facing the wrong way, feet on the pillows and on top of the covers, but neither care as Anna crawls up the bed, kissing Elsa's body as she goes. Elsa chuckles lightly when she hits a ticklish spot, but no words are exchanged until she's at head-height.
"That was fun," Anna says lightly. "I would… be up for doing that again sometime…"
Elsa, who has burrowed her face in Anna's neck, glances up. She seems to be debating something until she opens her mouth to speak.
"I think," she says, "You still have a way to go with learning how to bandage someone. Another… session… might be good."
And then they're laughing and kissing, and an afternoon wasted never felt so good.