A/N: Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter... I have to agree that I would have kicked the sleazy lawyer in the nuts, too, had I been Naomi.

What follows, is a chapter that is unashamedly wall-to-wall smut of the kinky variety, so here is a disciplinary Cigarette Warning™. If things of that nature bother you, then by all means, feel free to run screaming to the nearest exit and don your "I'm a prude" hat.

That got rid of none of you? Oh...alright, then...

This chapter is for my partner-in-crime mynameislizzie, for the one of many devious ideas that she has put into my mind for this chapter, and also for djyxa, who sent me a link that gave me another idea. And also for all of you who stick with this story! *smooches for you all*

On with the show then, I suppose...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Bummer. Any and all typos are a total lie.

(Emily POV)

Her head was laid on my shoulder, and my arms were around hers, the leather cuffs still attached to my wrists. I had let her drift in and out of sleep for almost an hour, but now, she was tracing her fingertips across my stomach, in a nondescript pattern, just maintaining tactile contact with my skin.

"Em?" Her voice was soft against my shoulder.

"Yes, beautiful?" I replied.

After a second's worth of pause, she spoke again. "Do you ever wonder how it might have been if we'd met earlier?" She asked.

"How much earlier?"

She shrugged. "Maybe in uni. Or...earlier."

I thought for a moment or two. "You mean to ask if things would be different between us?"

"Yeah." Naomi said. "What if we had been able to explore what we do together for the first time...with each other?"

"I'm not sure how it would have been different. It would have been just as wonderful as it has been. But, in fact..." I paused. "Your naïve nature in the beginning just made you more alluring. It still entrances me now, when you get nervous. It still amazes me that I can make you feel that way, even though we've been together for some time, now."

"Do you think our relationship might be different? Like...would you-"

"Would I be less dominant?" I asked. "I don't think so. The reasons for that are because of how I was brought up, not other factors."

"I know. I just... I've discovered what has been missing from my life. Why having ordinary sex with boys didn't interest me. I've never really had anyone else except me get me off, not until I met you, and now I know why."

"Mmm...some things do stay dormant for a very long time." I said. "Some things it can take a lifetime to figure out. Some of us are lucky and discover early on what makes us tick. You, though... You had not really thought about it in an in-depth way."

"Yeah, I spent a lot of time studying and thinking about other things." She said. "I'm glad you found me that night. Whatever drew you to me... I'm thankful for it. You've changed my life."

I kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad I found you too, baby. We've changed each other." Then, an idea came to me. I sat up, and shifted onto my knees, moving my wrists behind my back. "Link the cuffs together." I said.

"W-what?"

I turned my head and looked at Naomi over my shoulder. "Link...them...together." I said, slowly, keeping my voice low. I felt the bed shift as Naomi moved onto her knees behind me, and then felt the tightening resistance through my upper arms as she did as I asked, linking the cuffs together via the metal connector.

"N-now what?" She asked.

"I want you in front of me." I said. She shuffled around, and then was kneeling in front of me, looking at me with an inquisitive expression. "We are going to even up the tally, beautiful. Together."

"H-how?"

"You're going to touch me." I said, casting my eyes downwards. "And I'm going to ask you things." Her blue eyes darkened a little. "Go on...touch me. Put your hand between my thighs and feel what you do to me."

Her palm slid down my stomach and then I felt her fingers slide across my folds, hearing her soft gasp at the contact of my wetness against her skin. She slowly traced her fingertips along my sensitive flesh, and I could not help but close my eyes at her touch. "So...w-what do you w-want to know?" She asked, nervousness in her voice.

"I want to know something personal about you. Something I've never asked you."

"Ok...ask." She said.

"How old were you...the first time you touched yourself?" I opened my eyes and looked right at her, seeing her pupils widen slightly.

"I was thirteen." She replied.

"Was it out of curiosity?"

"Sort of." She replied, still lightly tracing her fingers against me. "At school...we'd started to learn about sex in health class."

"Ah, the wonders of the reproductive system, no doubt." I smirked.

"Yeah... That and how people have sex."

"How straight people have sex. Insert the penis somewhere warm, slick and tight...thrust, repeat until he has an orgasm...am I close?"

"It was described in a little more clinical detail, but...yes." Naomi said. "Of course...purely in the context of reproduction."

I nodded. "It's lacking...education, that is. Sex is not black and white as you have discovered. But there's always this invisible line that must...not be crossed."

"What children are taught?"

"Yes." I replied. "Keep it clinical, stick to the physical basics. Never let children be taught that sex can...should be enjoyed. It's purely a function, and anything else about it is sinful, and to be frowned upon." I paused, as Naomi brushed her fingertips around my clit.

"Imagine if they told kids the truth... The parental outrage!" Naomi smirked.

"Mmm..." I mused. "So... Tell me... about the first time."

"You want to know about the first time I masturbated?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I want to know every detail..."

"Ok...I'd been doing homework, actually. Just making sure I knew everything from the lesson of the day, that sort of thing... And we had been given a diagram of the female genitalia."

"How delicately put." I said, with a wry smile. "Go on..."

"I was curious to know if mine were the same. I knelt in front of the long mirror in my room, you know the one?"

"Mmhmm..." I muttered, as her fingers lightly brushed along my swelling clit.

"My thighs were spread apart... I spread myself open with my fingers." She said, as she did the same to me. "I felt the air touch me there..."

"How did it feel?"

"Strange. But...good." She said. "I looked at my reflection, and saw that basically, I was the same as in the picture. Like...I didn't have any parts missing, everything was where it should have been."

"Mmm... Were you intrigued to touch yourself...to explore?"

"Yes."

"Tell me." I said.

"I ran my fingertips along my folds...like this..." She said, once again trailing her fingertips along my delicate wet flesh. "Up...down...experiencing how it felt. It was strange, because it felt good, and I'd never imagined that it was supposed to. They didn't tell us so much about masturbation, at least not where women were concerned."

"Hmm...so long as he was hard, that's all that mattered. Typical."

"Something like that. Anyway... I noticed that every time I reached towards my clit, the sensation felt better... I could feel the tightening in my stomach. It felt amazing, but at the same time it made me feel nervous."

"You were getting aroused."

"Yes." Her middle finger slid between my folds and began to slide against my clit, keeping enough friction on it to make my breathing quicken. "I moved my finger against it...just like this...back and forth...slowly." She paused as she rubbed against me for a few moments. "I felt my heart beat faster, just like I know yours is doing now."

"Yeah..." I said, my voice breaking as I did so.

"The sensation I was feeling in my stomach grew...it felt tighter, more pleasurable."

"Did you know...fuck... what was going to happen?" I asked.

"No, I didn't." She said, putting more pressure against my clit. "But it felt too good to stop... So I kept going. I rubbed it more, and felt myself get wetter."

"How did that feel?" I asked, my voice beginning to quiver as my own arousal was being heightened by the mental image of her kneeling in front of the mirror with her hand between her legs, stroking herself.

"I couldn't help moaning once the wetness reached my clit. It was slick...slippery...and made it feel even better. I shivered...it felt hot and cold at the same time. It was so good I couldn't stop myself." Her fingers had collected my own wetness and were now rubbing the slickness against me, and my wrists strained against the cuffs, increasing the sensation flowing through me. "I knew something was going to happen...I had a feeling...several, actually... Mostly physical. The sensation just increased, getting better and better... I felt like I was aching in the pit of my stomach, like I was tingling all over and going to explode."

Her words hit me hard, and I felt the pleasure within me peaking towards the same goal. "God..." I gasped, feeling my body shudder as she continued to rub against me faster. "And when it h-happened?" I managed to ask.

"I was lucky it was just me at home. I screamed as I pushed myself over the edge. I knew that it wasn't anything bad... It felt too good to be bad... The tight sensation in my stomach seemed to burst, as did the pleasure between my legs... I came hard, and loud, and didn't seem to stop...my body was stiffening... And I was shaking so hard that I collapsed into a curled up ball on the floor, and I lay there trembling for a long time."

Her description was so vivid that I could imagine it perfectly in my head, as though I was watching her. It fed the arousal I felt, as did the motion of her busy fingers, and I shuddered as she wrapped one arm around me, thrust her fingers inside me and continued rubbing her thumb directly against my clit. I gripped her fingers inside me as they curved back towards her, feeding the need inside my aching core and cried out, burying my head into her neck as she pushed me into a body shaking orgasm. Then, she shifted from in front of me, slipping her fingers from me, and allowed me to lay down on my stomach, unbuckling the cuffs from around my wrists, and laying my arms comfortably at my sides. I shivered as she began to rub her fingers and palms over my shoulders, easing the ache I felt there from being restrained. After a few minutes, she slid her hands under my stomach and snuggled herself into my back, kissing across my shoulders. "Alright?" She asked, softly.

"Mmhmm..." I murmured in reply, as I settled into her embrace. "Thank you...for sharing that with me."

She placed another soft kiss on the back of my neck. "Your orgasm, and the look on your face was quite the reward, I must say..."

I shifted onto my side, and Naomi slid in next to me, barely breaking the hold she had around my body. "Hmm...I have a feeling you will reward me equally with the expression on your face as you come later..."

"Oh? What does my devious lover have in mind?" She asked, with a sly smirk on her lips.

I chuckled softly. "Patience, beautiful. I still need a few minutes to recover my energy. That was...intense, to say the least." Again, she kissed my shoulder. "Mmm...that's nice. I like it when you kiss me like that. It's as innocent and beautiful as you are."

"Aww, you softie." Naomi blushed.

"How can I help myself, when the woman I love is so many things that turn me into mush?" I said, with a lazy smile.

"Flattery will get you everywhere..."

"Not flattery. Simple truth." I replied, pulling her close and kissing her lips softly. The kiss lingered, and so did her fingers along my spine, tracing gentle circles. "Hmm... Your fingers are teasing me so delicately." I mused.

"Oh, maybe they are eager to know what you have in mind, just as I am."

I kissed along her throat and jawline, then gently bit her earlobe, making her gasp. "Oh, I know you are, and hearing you gasp turns me on, just like your tightening grip." I teased. "Alright then... Go into the sitting room, and move the coffee table aside. I want you to stand in front of the sofa, close your eyes and wait for me." I added, my tone slipping into its dominant nature. I felt her shiver slightly against me, and kissed just behind her ear.

"Yes, Emily." She said, wriggling out of my embrace and standing up, walking out of the room. I watched her naked body as she did so, taking a long, deep sigh as I admired the beauty of her figure. Once she was out of sight, I rolled off the bed and stood, kneeling down at the oak box at the bottom of the wardrobe. I opened it, the soft squeak of the lid making its presence, and looked over the many items that lay inside. I picked up the other set of leather cuffs, and also one length of chain that was three feet in length. I also picked up the digital camera, closed the lid, and grabbed the cuffs from the bed, as well as the blindfold from the bedside table, before going to the linen cupboard, and opening it, taking out a soft, fluffy towel, and also a throw rug before closing the door.

I walked into the sitting room to find Naomi standing in front of the sofa as I had requested, her hands by her sides, eyes closed. She seemed to be waiting patiently for me, but as she heard me entered, I noticed she was standing just a little more upright, and with obvious curiosity as to what I was about to do. I placed the items onto the sofa, and reached up to place the blindfold around her head before I moved behind her, and spread out the blanket, folding it in half, and then in half again, and placing it on the floor. It was thick enough so that the space under her would be padded enough to be comfortable. I reached for one of the long cushions on the sofa, and placed it in the middle of the blanket, perpendicular to how Naomi was standing. Then, I took the towel, and rolled it up, placing it on to of the cushion. I moved in front of Naomi, and placed my hands on her upper arms. "Take two steps backwards, and kneel." I said.

She did as I asked, taking two steps backwards, and then I still held her arms, moving with her as she carefully knelt down, right over the rolled towel, gasping slightly as it made contact with her centre. "It tickles." She giggled softly.

"Quiet." I commanded.

"Yes, Emily." She said, bowing her head slightly.

I kissed her forehead, and lightly stroked her cheek. "Good girl." I said. I stood, and reached for the cuffs behind me. "Reach forward with your left hand." I said, and as she did so, I slipped the cuff around her wrist, securing it snugly. I moved behind her, and, bringing her hand behind her back, I secured the other cuff, still connected by the metal clip, to her other wrist, securing it also, so her wrists were connected together behind her back. "Relax, beautiful." I said softly, and watched as her body slowly relaxed in its position. I reached for the other cuffs, and one by one, secured them around her ankles. Then, I took the chain, and secured one end to one of the metal rings around the cuff at her left ankle, passed it around the connector separating her wrists, and then passed it through the metal ring on the cuff surrounding her right ankle. "Tell me if this is not comfortable, beautiful." I said, as I adjusted the chain so there was just enough slack in it for her to be able to move slightly, but so that she was still secure. "Ok?"

"Yes...ok."

"Sure?"

"Mmhmm."

I shook my head and murmured. "No, answer me properly...with words. Are you sure you're comfortable?"

She cleared her throat. "Yes."

"Very well." I said, standing again, and sat on the sofa, admiring my handiwork. I reached for the camera and switched it on, making sure I had her body in the frame before I clicked the shutter and the image froze before me in gorgeous black and white. I saw her body stiffen slightly, and noted that she swallowed. "You heard it, didn't you?"

"Y-yes." She said, nervously.

"Remember, no one sees what is on this camera, except you and me."

"I know."

"But it still makes you nervous." I smirked.

"Yes."

"You feel...exposed?"

"I am exposed." She said, a little cheeky defiance in her tone.

"Words!"

She paused, bowing her head once more. "Y-yes."

"Now... A task for you, my beautiful one." I said. "Actually, a series of tasks, perhaps. I have you restrained, and straddled over one of the leather cushions of this sofa, and also a rolled up towel. That's what tickles you, between those deliciously long legs of yours. Do you know why?"

"N-no."

"Hmm, because I want to see you come. But I'm not going to touch you to make it happen."

"No?"

"No. You're going to do it...all...by...yourself." I smirked. "But you're all tied up. I've hogtied you like that for a very good purpose. Because, my beautiful girl...I want you to feel something intense." I watched her squirm, and saw her rock her hips slightly. I laughed softly. "Does that feel good...when you rock your hips like that?"

"Uh...y-yes." She said softly, a blush breaking out on her cheeks.

"So...do it again. Go on...rock your hips back and forth for me." I commanded. I watched her as she slowly began to rock her hips forward, then back, and then forward again. "Good?" I asked, watching her nod and bite her bottom lip in response. "Ah-AH! No biting...that's my job."

"Yesss..." She groaned, as her hips continued their slow rocking motion.

"Now... I want you to keep rocking like that until I tell you to stop. Exactly at that speed...no faster, no slower, do you understand?"

"Y-yes..." She mumbled, her breathing getting quicker and more ragged as she rocked in place. I could tell from the creak of the leather at her wrists and ankles that her restraints were heightening her arousal, and from the way her brow furrowed, she was engrossed in the sensation of the rocking pressure between her legs. "Em..." She mumbled.

"Speak."

"What if...I...fuck...come?" She said, her voice trembling.

"You cannot stop moving until I tell you to." I repeated. "Does that answer your question?"

"Y-yes..." She replied, beginning to struggle to keep her voice in check. A soft whimper left her lips, and I lifted the camera again, watching her through the digital window, and taking a few more pictures of her. True, I was more interested and engrossed in the realtime image of Naomi rocking herself towards an orgasm, but I needed her to see it, too. And what better way to do it... Ok, so I don't deny it, it's a totally voyeuristic pleasure, but it was shared only between us, after all.

I watched her as she once again bit her bottom lip. "DON'T." I said, sharply. "Or it will take me longer to tell you that you can stop."

"But...fuck..." She groaned, her movements not increasing in speed, but growing more intense.

"Go on..."

Another groan of frustration. "Feels too good. Can't help it. In...fuck...intense."

"Yes, it's intense. It's intended to be." I said. "But you know perfectly well that the biting of your bottom lip makes me want to fuck you senseless."

She moaned louder, and I watched her body shudder. "Don't care. Want you to. Fuck me...spank me...tease me...oh...until...I...fuck...OHHH!" She cried, her body stiffening as an incoherent rendition of the description of exactly what she was doing at that moment left her lips. "Cooommmeeee..." Her head fell backwards and her body jerked violently as the pleasure she felt consumed her, and I captured several shots of it as her shaking frame spasmed through its climax.

"There you go...keep rocking, beautiful...don't stop." I said, switching off the camera and placing it to one side. "You are so...fucking...sexy..." I said, the huskiness peppering my voice as I leaned back against the cushion and spread my legs, putting one foot on the edge of the sofa, and slid my fingers between my still wet, still throbbing folds, beginning to rub my swollen clit as I watched her, her bottom lip now permanently placed between her teeth as she struggled to keep up the rocking motion. Her body was trembling almost violently, and soft whimpers were escaping from her lips. I leaned back even further and slid two of my free fingers inside myself, beginning to stroke them in and out of me. Not enough to make myself come, but enough to keep me aroused. "I am going take you back to bed after you've come again..." I teased.

"Fuck...yesss..." Naomi groaned, her hips rocking harder.

I matched her groan as I forced myself to stop rubbing my clit, leaving my fingers slowly thrusting inside myself. "I'm going to spank you with the leather paddle, like the naughty girl that you are..." I said, as another low growl left her. "You'd like that, yes?"

"Yes!" She cried.

"If you're extra good, I'll tie you up again, spank you, and fuck you good...and...proper." I said, slipping my fingers out of me and scrabbling off the sofa, and pushing my wet, slick fingers between her briefly open lips. She sucked them hard as her body shuddered, her hips rocking and grinding almost violently against the towel between her legs. My fingers slipped from her lips and my arms wrapped around her body as she cried out incoherently, her body spasming against me. She softly whimpered against my shoulder.

"Can...I..."

"Yes." I said, holding her close to me. "You may stop now."

Naomi shuddered a sigh of relief, and softly kissed my neck. "Oh my god..." She breathed. "That was amazing."

I reached up and unfastened the blindfold from around her eyes, and she pulled her head back to look at me. "You have the most beautiful expression on your face when you come... Sometimes, you smile so lazily...and then other times, you are completely lost to your pleasure." I watched her, as her cheeks blushed a shade of dark pink. I released my hold on her. "I'm going to release you, now."

"Ok." She said. I set about moving behind her and unclipping her limbs so they were no longer bound behind her, and rubbed at the aches in her shoulders until she covered my hands with her own and drew them around her waist, enveloping herself in my arms. I paused to feel her breathe in my embrace, and then, she spoke again. "Did you mean what you said... About spanking me?" Her voice was so soft and innocent compared to the hidden need and intent of her question.

"Do you have the energy for it?" I asked. "I don't want to push you too far."

"If you give me a few minutes to recover..." She said, her voice shaky. "I...need to feel it."

I stood, and took her hand in mine, and carefully pulled her to her feet. "Come on, then..." I said, leading her to our bedroom. I stood in the doorway, as I watched her crawl onto the bed on her stomach, and whimper softly as she settled with her head on the pillows. Her hand patted the space beside her, as the metal links on the leather cuffs rattled slightly. I climbed onto the bed and slid in next to her, slipping my arm across the small of her back. "Are you sure you are ok?" I whispered, reaching up with my other hand and brushing her fringe out of her eyes.

She nodded. "Yeah." She said, softly.

"I just want to be certain you're alright, if I'm going to take you to another place." I said. "I mean...that was intense just now, and... I don't want to break you."

"Emily..." Naomi said, softly. "You won't. You never do. And you know I can handle it."

"Mmm...I do. I'm just... Not sure. You've been through enough today."

"You seemed pretty sure when I was sitting on your face earlier... What's changed?"

I raised my eyebrow. "That was different."

"How? It gave me pleasure. You know it did. It always does..." She said, her brow furrowing. "Please, baby... I need to...feel it."

I traced my fingers along her spine, Nd then laid my hand flat at the base of her spine. "Why?"

"I need a reason?"

I kissed her shoulder softly. "If I'm going to inflict pain upon that which is precious to me..."

She sighed softly, and closed her eyes. "Right now, my mind isn't blinded by pleasure. Today was a success for us, but also, it was marred by that chauvinistic wanker. I want to forget what he said to me. I want to know that I'm worth more than that."

"By being spanked?" I asked.

"I know, it doesn't make sense." She said. "I just need to feel something that obliterates everything else. When you spank me, I feel as though I'm being deconstructed, bit by bit. That's what I need to feel right now. I need to...not be me."

"You confuse me." I said, my brow furrowing.

"I know. I'm sorry."

I shook my head, and kissed her slowly. "Don't ever be sorry for telling me what you need, beautiful."

"Even if it doesn't make sense?"

"Yes." I said. "It doesn't always make sense...we both know that. Sometimes, it's not meant to be explained."

Naomi opened her eyes and focused on mine. "I need you to take me away, Emily. Please?"

Her voice was so soft and plaintive at the same time, so full of the desire that was reflected in he blue eyes, that I found myself unable to refuse her. I stroked my fingers through her fringe again, and kissed her forehead. "Your wish, beautiful." I whispered, rolling off the bed and crouching beside the oak box, opening the lid again.

"Will you restrain me...so I can't move?" She asked, with hope in her voice.

"If that is your desire." I replied.

"It is."

"Very well..." I said, taking out the leather paddle and a section of chain with a connector clip on either end. I also retrieved two long straps of leather that were connected each to a short length of chain with a connector at the end of it, and set them out of sight so that she could not see them, before closing the box. "Sensory deprivation, as well?" I asked, in a darker tone.

"Yes."

I slid my fingertips down her spine. "Do not move, I shan't be long." I said, leaving the room and going back into the sitting room for the blindfold. As an afterthought, I picked up the camera, as well. When I got back into the bedroom, I crawled like a cat onto the bed and over her body, straddling her just below her bum, and placed kisses all the way up her spine. I slipped the blindfold over her head, and felt her body stiffen slightly under mine, her fingers gripping at the pillow under her head. I reached for the length of chain, and looped it around three of the rails of the bedhead, and connected each end to the cuffs on her wrists, so that her hands were secured. I slid my fingers through her hair, and gripped firmly, pulling her head back slightly. "Whatever I do...remember always that I love you, and that you are my entire world."

"I do." She said, her voice shaking slightly.

I kissed her temple. "Good." I whispered. I shuffled off her, and reached for the loops of leather that were on the floor. I started by spreading her legs wide apart. "Too far?" I asked.

"No."

I lifted one of her thighs just enough to slip the leather strap just under it, and secured it snugly around her thigh, and repeated the action with the remaining strap around her other thigh. Then, I took her left ankle, and bent her leg at the knee, slipping the short length of chain through the metal loop attached to the leather strap around her thigh, and securing it to itself with the connector. "Is that comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Excellent." I said, and set about securing her other leg in much the same manner as the first one. When I was done, I reached up and trailed my fingertips down her spine. "So beautiful..." I mused, looking at her restrained form, and particularly noticing the wetness between her folds. "You are now what is called frog tied. How do you feel?"

"Trapped...e-exposed."

"Scared?"

There was a short pause, as she inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "Never."

"My beautiful girl... You look good enough to eat, laying like that. I could quite easily slip my tongue between your deliciously wet folds and just taste you." She moaned softly. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes..."

I crawled close to her, and did just that, sliding my tongue between her legs, and taking a good, long lick of her, from her clit, all the way up, slipping the tip inside her and feeling her shudder. She let out a soft whimper as her legs tried to move, but were unable to because of how she was tied. I reached up and gave her a light spank on each side of her arse. "Be patient, beautiful one."

"Please..." Her voice was getting thicker, and becoming more distracted.

I had bound her legs in such a manner that her arse was exposed, purely for enough access so that I could carry out her request, and spank her properly. I started by using my hand... Lightly at first...and after building the intensity for a few minutes, I could tell by the twitch of her body, and the soft creaking of the leather she was held by, that it was time. I reached for the paddle, gripped the rubber cock that made its round handle, and slid the cool leather across the still pale flesh of Naomi's slightly pink arse. "This is stress relief for you, yes?" I asked.

"Yes." Was her reply.

"Ahhh..." I chuckled softly. "Some choose the gym, others play video games... But you... You choose to be spanked."

"Different strokes."

"Indeed." I said, raising my hand and bringing the paddle down against her pale pink skin. Her reaction was to tense slightly, and as I spanked the other cheek of her arse, she exhaled sharply, segueing into a soft moan. I spanked her twice on each side, and then rubbed my hand across her skin, soothing it. "This...makes you feel...tight inside?" I spanked her again, her response was a whimper. "It pushes you...closer?" Another spank, and another whimper. I slid the flat leather once again over her warming skin. "I know that if I do it long enough..." I paused, and spanked her on one side. "...that it will make you come. Yes?" I spanked her on the other side.

"Ah...yes!"

"Good girl..." I said softly, as I rubbed her skin again softly. Her hips tried to squirm, but she was held in position by the restraints, and I smirked. "It is hard, when you want to move, isn't it?" I said, slyness in my voice.

"God, yes."

I reached back and spanked her a little harder this time. "I think...it makes you wetter." The stress of the word I matched with another spank right across both cheeks, to which, Naomi groaned, and gasped hard. "Let me test that theory, shall I?" I mused, placing the palm of my hand between her spread legs, pushing right up against her folds. I put the slightest amount of pressure against her, and felt her quiver as I did so. "Oh yes...very much so." I moved the hell of my hand lower, and pressed it right against her swollen clit, hearing the soft sound of her barely audible moan. With the paddle still in my hand, I raised it once more, and spanked her on either side of her now very pink arse.

"Fuck!" She moaned, straining for further contact between my palm and her sensitive clit.

I removed my hand. "In time, my love, in time..." I shifted my position, and held my wet palm in front of her nose. I watched her as she inhaled her scent, and felt the tickling sensation of her breath as she exhaled. "You see how wet you are?"

"Yesss..."

I shuffled back down behind her, and easily slid two of my fingers inside her, at which point, she tensed even further. I slid the cool leather of the paddle once more against her red cheeks, and then slid the edge of it between them, feeling her tense hard around my fingers and hearing her groan. "Ah, not tonight, my beautiful one... I wouldn't want to overdo it..." Again, I slid the flat of the paddle over her arse. "For now, I much prefer to see the red glow of your beautiful arse, and feel your reaction." I smirked, once again raising the paddle, and spanking her five times on each cheek. With each contact of leather against flesh, the muscles of her core squeezed around my fingers. I kept them still, and simply felt the increasing intensity of her internal grip.

When I stopped, the rhythmic gripping...did not. Nor did the subtle rocking of her hips, or the quick, ragged half moaning breaths that came from her lips. I curved my fingers downwards, finding the sweetest part of her, and began to rub against it, drawing a loud, incoherent, and I suspect involuntary moan from within her lungs, as her body shook hard in its place.

As the shaking of her body subsided, so too did the rubbing of my fingers, and I slid them from her, seeing them wet, and slick. I slid them between my lips, and made short work of sucking them completely clean, before sliding them from my mouth. "Hmmm... One of my favourite tastes... " I said, my voice taking on its low huskiness.

"Oh Christ..." Naomi said, softly.

I rubbed my hands over her red, warmed arse. "How are you doing?" I asked softly. "Stress relieved, or no?"

Naomi whimpered softly. "Almost."

"Almost...what more does my beautiful girl need?" I asked, my hands still softly stroking her skin.

"Fuck me."

"Oh?" I said. "Do I have to guess how?"

"No." Was her soft reply.

"As you know...your wish..." I said, moving once more off the bed and retrieving our purple friend from the oak box, and slipping the straps around my hips, tightening them. It took a few minutes, but I knew she could hear what I was doing, and it was as though I could feel her heart beating faster in anticipation of what I was about to do. The voyeur in me took over once more, and I reached for the camera, turning it on, and standing at the end of the bed, sizing up the beautiful view of Naomi in the display window... Face down, chained to the bed, splayed out, open and ready for me, right down to the slick wetness between her folds. She had no idea how beautiful her submission was at this moment, but I wanted her to know. I clicked the button a few times, taking a few simple shots of something that spoke of such complexity, and then once again switched the camera off, joining her on the bed.

Once more, I picked up the paddle, sliding the colleagues over her hot skin. She gasped, and tried to move, though her attempt was in vain. "Ten more on each side...and then...I will do as you wish... and fuck you." I said, my voice low. I raised the paddle and spanked once on either side. She groaned. "I want you perfectly ready." Another spank on either side. "Wet...open...dripping." Once more in each side, this time a little harder. "That's three, beautiful..." I said, as she began to pant harder. The fourth on either side was met with a groan of satisfaction, and another tensing of her body, as was the fifth set. "You're doing so well, beautiful... Not long now."

"Getting...closer..." She said, barely coherent.

I spanked her again, and she cried out, not out of protest, but in a mix of sensation and pleasure that I knew was fuelling her arousal. The seventh and eighth set made her body shudder hard, and after the ninth, she was moaning and panting as I slid the head of the purple strap-on through her slick, soaking folds. "Nearly there, beautiful... One more, and I will do as I promised, and fuck your brains out of your ears..."

"Oh please..." She muttered, a definite wobble of helpless arousal in her voice.

I raised the paddle one last time, and as I slid our purple friend deep inside her, I spanked her hard either side for a tenth time, and immediately dropped the paddle to the side of her, and grabbed onto her hips, beginning to thrust into her at a steady pace. Her wrists strained against the cuffs, and she moaned loudly under me, desperately trying to rock her hips backwards against me as I fucked her deeply. I managed to reach for the clips that held her legs in place, and unclipped them, hearing the affirmative groan from my lover as her legs somehow wrapped around mine and she ground her hips hard against me. I slid my hands under her body and felt upwards for her breasts, squeezing them firmly and tugging her nipples with my fingertips.

Now, my own arousal was beginning to peak, after seeing her get off earlier, and spanking her, the satisfaction I felt of giving her the pleasure she desired catching up with me. It started deep inside me, and built up with each of my thrusts into her body, the base of the strap-on pushing and nudging against my aroused clit in such a manner that caused the tight feeling deep in my abdomen to grow and swell. It was fed by each moan from Naomi as I tugged her nipples, thrust into her, and finally began sucking on her neck. I felt her shudder under me and heard her cry out as another climax gripped her, and felt the resistance of her clenching core, and I began to thrust harder into her to compensate.

Her voice was incoherent, groaning, using some words that made no sense, and some words to simply beg me for more. I lost myself, growling against her skin, the animal in me exploding through. "Fuck...gonna...oh Christ!" I cried, as the ecstasy overwhelmed me entirely, as did the all-consuming orgasm that reacted to the shuddering of her body under mine. I collapsed against her, and absentmindedly placed soft, but lingering messy kisses across her shoulders, and reached up to unclip the chain that held her in place. She grunted softly as I moved out of her and slid the harness off my hips, delicately sitting astride her still shaking thighs to rub and massage the aches out of her shoulders. I continued to do it as her breathing settled, and did not cease the delicate motion of my hands until hers reached over her shoulder to still them. One by one, I unbuckled the cuffs from around her wrists, and her ankles, and unfastened the straps from around her thighs, until she was completely free from all restraints.

"Hold me." She said, her voice still sounding distant and far away. I laid next to her, and pulled her into my arms, allowing her to nestle her head against my shoulder, and kissed the top of her head.

"Are you alright?" I asked, in a soft whisper. She nodded, and looked up at me. There were tears almost spilling from her eyes, and my brow furrowed. "I didn't hurt you?" I asked, cautious of the response.

Again, she shook her head, and gave me a weak smile. "No." She said, her voice a hoarser whisper than mine. "I'm just...not..."

"Not all there, huh?" I said, with a small smile. She nodded, and I kissed her forehead. "It's ok, beautiful. You don't need to talk now. Just listen, ok?" She nodded, and I continued. "I know you know it, but I do love you with all my heart. There are times that I will play with you, like I've done tonight... But there are even some times that I may not be completely sure that you are ok with me going on."

"You asked." She said.

"Yes, because if you're not into it, then neither am I. If you had told me you weren't ok with it, I would have stopped. But...you know I'll never play with you without your consent. It wouldn't be fair."

"Yeah."

"Plus..." I mused. "I don't think I need to ask if you enjoyed that. You're pretty much out of it, aren't you beautiful?" Again, she nodded, and gave me a thumbs up, to which I giggled. "Oh, my gorgeous, insatiable girl..." I said, kissing the top of her head once more. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Fuck me into a coma." Naomi replied, lazily.

I laughed louder, this time, and held her close to me. "Mmm, don't tempt me, hun. I'd feel bad if I didn't let you rest after that."

"Ok. Later, then."

"Much later. I'm serious about that... I want you to rest now, and recover, yes? I don't want to sap all your energy."

"I love you." She said. "Stay with me?" She asked, her voice timid.

"Of course, baby. I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else." I replied.

I let her cuddle deeper into my arms, and pulled the duvet over the both of us, turning out the bedside lamps. So our sex life was not conventional, but at least...it wasn't even boring. We satisfied each other, and that's what mattered. It made sense to us, and neither of us really cared what other people thought. If someone we didn't know got a thrill from watching us fuck, then so did we out of them watching... They didn't know us, so it wouldn't even be awkward. They might only see sex, or kink...but to us, it was how we expressed our love for each other on a base level, and indulged the true bond that we shared. And that was more important than the opinions of others...don't you think?

A/N#2: Right... If anyone is still alive after all that... Take a breather...LOL and have a coffee, a stiff drink, or a smoke of whatever floats your boat, if you must.

I promise to try and write more plot into the next chapter.

Reviews welcome! They keep me going, really. *puppy dog eyes*

It's not all been a smutfest, I've started the next bit of Screamers, too, for whoever is following that. Just to prove my mind isn't all dirty and kinky and corrupt and stuff.

(Is anyone believing me...no? Thought not...dammit)

Until then...

~GN~ xo