Irene opened her bleary eyes to the woman, River, looking down at her.
"How do you do that? I really should use that on some of my clients..."Irene mumbled.
"Spoilers..."River winked, taking a gold lipstick tube from between her breasts and placing it on the bedside table.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Irene grumbled, wanting to massage her aching wrists.
"Well sweetie, if we got to know each other, I may teach you a few little tricks."
River flashed her eyes at Irene suggestively, and Irene returned the look as a vengeful glare.
River gave a little titter of a laugh, before crawling back over Irene. Irene settled her hips politely to make it more comfortable for River, but it didn't seem to interest her, as she started tracing circles on Irene's thighs.
As River bent down to kiss Irene, Irene placed a finger on River's lips and said:
"No. I want to be awake this time."
"Oh" said River in Irene's ear, roughly, "Want to know what you were missing?"
Irene moaned slightly as River trailed delicate kisses down her body, down towards her legs, where River nestled her head comfortably between Irene's thighs and started to move her tongue around and in her. Irene moaned and writhed in pleasure, but suddenly gasped, as a sharp pain stabbed through her, originating at her clit, and Irene looked down to see River's sharp and perfect teeth glinting at her in a wide grin.
"Turn over." Irene heard.
"What?"
"Turn over."
River picked herself up to go and choose the perfect implement. Looking around, River instantly felt turned on by the sight of Irene knelt down, handcuffed to the headboard, with her flawless arse pointing up towards the ceiling. She picked up a choker, another 2 pairs of handcuffs, and a blindfold. Just to make things a little more interesting.
Irene rolled back over at the sound of movement. Spying the new equipment in River's arms, Irene's eyes widened.
"Look, just stop. This is my house and my bed and... not my handcuffs. Where did you get all these? I broke my last pair!"
River winked at her and patted the pocket of a jacket that had been thrown over the dresser chair.
"You can fit four pairs of handcuffs in there?" asked Irene incredulously.
River shrugged.
"It's bigger on the inside."
Silence filled the room.
"Now shush and do as I say." River said, clutching the pile of goodies to her bosom.
"No you shush," Irene replied, annoyed. "I'm supposed to be doing this to you - that's what I'm paid for. Just stop!"
A scowl crossed River's face and she slowly walked towards the bed. Each light step seemed to echo around the room. She dropped the equipment at the foot of the bed and bent over so she was mere millimetres from Irene's face, River's hot breath making her skin tingle. She slowly leaned forward and lightly nibbled her ear.
"Make me." She breathed.