Bizarre. That was one way Sylvie could describe the previous evening. Frustrating was the other. Bizarre because after the sexual encounter she had enjoyed dinner and conversation with Alexa, and it had been a nice time. Almost a date night. On its own it would have been good, but after the way the evening had started it had felt like such a contradiction.
Then there was the frustration. For the second time, Alexa had given Sylvie a mind-blowing and new experience, only to stop in the middle of the fun. It had obviously been done on purpose, to leave her desperate for more. Alexa had achieved that, but Sylvie was determined to make a stand. Next time – hopefully there would be a next time – she did not want Alexa to stop. She wanted to be bound, gagged and pleasured until she had what she knew would be an intense orgasm. More than one, in fact.
Several times already today, before even arriving for her shift at 51, Sylvie had found herself fantasising about what had happened the night before, putting herself back into the situation. Lying on that couch, pinned down, wrists taped together behind her back, with Alexa's black nitrile gloved hand clamped tightly over her mouth. Unable to move. Unable to talk, much less call out for help. Almost unable to breathe. Totally dominated. Every time she thought about it she got hot and wet.
More. She desperately needed more.
But before that could possibly happen there was a shift to work. Work was the key word. Somehow, Sylvie had to focus on being a paramedic while being around Alexa for the rest of the day.
Entering 51, Sylvie saw Alexa in the canteen, standing with her back to the entrance, in conversation with Sam Carver. She had her paramedic pants and fleece jacket on, immediately reminding Sylvie of the previous night. Was she looking at Paramedic Bliss, or the goddess? It's Paramedic Bliss, Sylvie raged at herself as she hurried to the locker room.
Christopher Herrmann was in the locker room, just closing up his locker. "Hey, Brett," he said in his usual positive manner.
"Good morning. How are you?" Sylvie replied, glad to have something other than Alexa to think about.
"Doing good. Hey, what are you making of Bliss so far?"
So much for that, Sylvie thought. "People keep asking me that. I'm going to throw it back on you. What do you make of her so far?"
"She seems nice. A lot of sweetness and innocence about her. Only thing is, I wonder if it's maybe too much. And that makes me ask how sweet and innocent is she really?"
Sylvie desperately willed herself not to blush and busied herself in her locker so that she didn't have to look him in the eye. "Interesting comment. I'll keep that in mind. Personally, I like her. We're getting on well, and there has been nothing at all wrong with her work."
"Hmmm," Herrmann said, conceding some level of agreement. "That's good to know. But like Mouch always says when we get someone new, is she 51 material?"
"I think she is, but I haven't made the final decision yet."
"Alright. Well, it's your ambo and your call. I'm going to fix coffee. Want one?"
"Please," Sylvie said.
Herrmann left Sylvie to feel flustered alone. This had to stop. She had to get control over how embarrassed she was about the things she wanted Alexa to do to her, and about how strongly she was attracted to her new colleague. During work hours, it simply had to stop. She was a PiC with a serious and important job to do.
With a new sense of resolve, she got changed into her work attire and proceeded to the canteen. Alexa was now sitting alone at the table in the corner, drinking coffee.
"Hey, Brett," Alexa said sweetly. Even that made Sylvie feel a tinge of excitement that she had to push into the background.
"Hi, Alexa," she said, friendly but professional.
"Coffee's ready, Brett," Herrmann said, putting a cup on the counter.
Sylvie thanked him, took the cup and turned to go join Alexa at the table, because they were colleagues on ambo, not because Alexa was the goddess.
"Want to help me with inventory?" Alexa suggested before Sylvie sat down.
It would have been perfectly appropriate for Sylvie to tell Alexa that inventory was not the PiC's responsibility and she could go get on with it by herself. But that wasn't how she ran her ambo, and in any case it would give them some privacy to talk. That was clearly what Alexa had in mind.
"Sure," Sylvie said, and they made their way out to the engine bay. Conversation began about the inventory, followed by the weather. Then Alexa ventured into what Sylvie wanted to talk about the most.
"Last night was enjoyable."
"Which part?" Sylvie asked quietly, ever wary about being overheard, although she was quite confident there was no one else in the engine bay.
"All of it," Alexa said, continuing to work on the inventory while they talked. "I had a great time. After you left, I did some thinking. You're right that it shouldn't necessarily be only about bondage and sex between us. Having that meal with you was nice. I'd be open to you taking me on a date some time."
"Me taking you?" Sylvie cried. Even as she said it, she realising why Alexa had phrased it that way. Dating was something that Sylvie had brought up, so Alexa was giving her a chance to make it happen.
"You wanted us to date. Take me on a date. In the mean time, you're free to come over to my place tonight if you want to continue your bondage journey?"
Bondage journey. Merely hearing that turned Sylvie on in an instant. "What's next on the journey?"
"We'll see, if you come over tonight."
"Then I'll come," Sylvie promised without needing to give it any consideration.
Later in the shift, while attending a call, Sylvie found her attention on Alexa. It was one of those calls where engine, truck and ambo were called to a fire, but there wasn't actually anything for ambo to do on the scene. That was a good thing of course. A diner had caught on fire and had been well ablaze by the time the crews from 51 had arrived. Fortunately, all staff members and customers had safely evacuated before coming to any harm. That meant all Sylvie and Alexa had to do was wait on scene in case something happened to one of the firefighters that necessitated urgent treatment.
Alexa was standing looking towards the diner. Sylvie was slightly behind her, giving her the chance to eye up her fellow paramedic undetected. Her train of thought, again, was on their encounter the previous evening. Alexa was wearing her usual black gloves. Looking at them made Sylvie think about Alexa telling her gloves were one of her kinks. One of. What were the others? That was something she definitely needed to pursue, although, selfishly, exploring her own newly-discovered kink felt way more important.
Suddenly, Alexa turned around. Sylvie tried to look like she hadn't been eyeing her up. Whether she had gotten away with it or not she wasn't sure.
"Standing here looking at that diner has given me an idea. I said you can take me on a date. Let's go to a diner tonight and indulge ourselves, then go back to my place for some fun. Not that diner, obviously."
Sylvie laughed. "Yeah, I figured not that one. Okay, let's do it. I'll look for a place, and I'll come pick you up. Now, eyes front. We're working."
Alexa turned back to face the diner. "There's nothing for us here though."
"Doesn't matter. Church and state, Alexa. We're working. Whether we're busy or not, this isn't the time or place for that kind of conversation. I'm PiC, and that's the rule on my ambo."
"Fair enough," Alexa said respectfully.
Sylvie felt a level of excitement at having asserted herself over Alexa. She well knew those roles were going to be reversed later. She couldn't wait for that, either.
The dinner date had gone quite well, Sylvie thought when they walked out of the diner that night. Quite well, but no more than that. This was her first time dating a woman, and she was not totally at ease with it yet. The meal had felt as much like a night out with a friend as a romantic dinner with a hot date. However, it had allowed her and Alexa to spend some personal time together. Sylvie felt some chemistry starting to form between them.
Now it was time to head back to Alexa's place for the main event of the evening. What had ended up happening was Sylvie driving to Alexa's place, then Alexa insisting on driving them to the diner. Asserting control again. As she got into the passenger side of Alexa's car, her heart rate had already quickened.
Owing to the cold weather, Sylvie had a thick light blue coat on, and for Alexa's benefit as much as her own, a pair of red and white woollen gloves.
"I made sure to wear gloves for you " she commented as Alexa drove out of the diner's parking lot, trying to make it sound appealing. If she expected Alexa to enjoy indulging her kink, the effort had to be mutual.
"Yeah. I appreciate the thought, Sylvie, but to be honest? Your glove game is poor. Wool doesn't do it for me at all. Don't like the look or the feel of it. Now if you had some leather ones we might be talking."
"Duly noted," Sylvie said with some disappointment. Still, she was learning Alexa's likes and dislikes, which was important. "What other kinds do you like? I know you enjoy the nitrile ones we use at work. Tried to wear them most of the shift today because I figured you'd notice."
"Oh, I noticed," Alexa said. "Yeah, you look real sexy in those. Latex ones are similar, and just as nice. Leather ones, like I said. Seeing you in some long leather gloves would be fully hot. And I like rubber ones too. Like, dish washing ones, you know?"
"I know the ones you mean," Sylvie assured her. "I have some of those at home. Yellow ones. What do you like about them?"
Alexa glanced at her, obviously exciting by the mental image she had been presented with. "The same thing I like about all the gloves I get off on. The look of them, the feel of them on my hands, or the feel of them against my skin if someone else is wearing them. Also, thinking about you feeling them on your hands. The dishwashing ones have those textures on the palms and the fingers. They can create unique sensations. This sounds weird to you, right?"
A little vulnerability from Alexa, Sylvie detected. That was actually encouraging. It showed that she cared how Sylvie thought of her.
"No more weird than wanting to be tied up and gagged. In fact, probably less weird than that. So... what do you have planned for my bondage journey tonight?" Deliberately, she embraced Alexa's description of it rather than trying to put quotation marks around it.
Alexa glanced at her again, no doubt seeing an eager look on her face. "I've had some thoughts on it. Do you have any requests?"
"Only one. Stop... stopping. I've been enjoying the last couple of times and you stopped way too soon. Last time you smothered me with your hand and got me under control, then you stopped and said we were done. I wasn't done. So, yeah, stop stopping."
Alexa considered that. "Stop stopping. Okay, I can do that."
"And tell me what your other kinks are," Sylvie blurted out. "You said gloves are one of your kinks. Tell me the others."
The familiar mischievous grin appeared. "I will, in time. We've already got enough to occupy us tonight. A quarter hour from now, I'll have you all tied up."
"Oh my," Sylvie breathed, blushing and fidgeting in excitement.
A/N: What do you think will be the next step on Sylvie's bondage journey?