Restrained Recovery
By owelpost (drakkar@rogers.com) and windrider (chelm@netwalk.com)

Part Eighteen

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On the drive home, Susan laid her hand lightly on Rachels thigh, stroked her leg through the leather. So, Rae, what would you like to do this evening?

Raes breath caught in her throat. Whatever pleasures you, Susan.

Susan laughed, and slid her hand higher. Id like to pleasure you, too, Rachel. When she stopped for the next light, she looked over at Rae. Im not as heartless as you think I am, Rae. I can be caring too.

I know, Rae answered in a voice barely above a whisper. Again, her mind turned to Shane, the softness of her hands, her mouth, and wondered what. She shook off the thoughts, and turned her head instead to watch the streetlights as they finished the drive to Susans home.

Susan pulled into the driveway, turned off the ignition, walked around, and let Rae out of the car. She dragged her fingers up Raes arm in a way that set her on fire. Susan wanted her as much as Rae wanted Susan. She knew it by the way Susan put her hand on the small of her back as she ushered her into her house. Fix us a drink, will you, Rachel? Im going to slip something more comfortable.

Susans voice insinuated itself around Rachels spine and slid down into her pelvis. It had been so long. She walked a little unsteadily to the bar to fix Susans drink and something a little less potent for herself. Susans hand appeared from behind her, momentarily brushed Rachels wrist and reached for the drink shed fixed.

Perfect, as always.

Thank you, Susan.

Rachel knew from the sound of the fabric that Susan was wearing that satin robe, the deep blue one that clung so sexily to her hips, and fell open in all the right places, revealing high firm ***** and at least one thigh. Susan inhaled deeply. Rachel knew she could smell her desire. She moaned softly as Susan slipped an arm around her waist.

Come sit with me. She led Rachel to the couch, put one hand on her shoulder, and pushed down. Not hard. Just enough. She looked at Rachel for a long silent moment. It was impossible to know what she was really thinking. I want to see more of you. She reached toward the buttons of Rachels shirt.

Without thinking, Rachel clutched at her shirt. Pinned between want and fear. Resisting. Susans eyes fired. Rachel closed her own. Im s…sorry, its just… Lee doesnt…

Susan stroked Rachels face, raised her chin to look her directly in the eyes. Lee understands. I believe I made my point quite clear this evening.

Rae dropped her head. But you dont know… she said in a barely audible whisper.

Susan took a sharp breath. I dont know what?

Rachel twisted her hands in her lap.

What arent you telling me, Rachel? Susan grabbed Rachels hair and pulled her head back, eyes searching her face. She would know the truth anyway. There was no point in Rachel trying to hide it.

Rachels eyes pooled with tears, as she began to unbutton her shirt with a very shaky hand. She let the shirt slip off onto the floor. Her lips trembled.

Susan froze. There werent many things that disturbed Susan, much less surprised her. But seeing those bruises and burn marks on Rachels body made something surge forward that was almost beyond even her own control. *****! she screamed and flung her glass across the room.

Rachel cringed and put her hands over her head to ward off the blows. Seeing her fear and knowing Rachel had misunderstood, she sat down beside her, took her sweating, shaking hands. No, no, baby, not you! Her! she spat out the word, unwilling to even say Lees name. She stood up and started to walk to the bar.

No, Susan, Ill fix it, Rachel started to stand. Susans hand on her shoulder was firm.

The silence was broken only by the rattling of ice, the splash of bourbon into Susans glass. She stood with her back to Rachel. She was far too upset, and her relationship with Rachel, with all her subs, depended on impeccable control. She was not in control at the moment, not of her own feelings. She felt something bordering on guilt. How long? she asked quietly

Almost from the beginning.

Susan shook her head. She reached out her hand to Rachel, who stood up, walked over and took it. The lower part of her gown fell open, revealing a strap-on between her thighs. Rachel tried not to react, but God, she wanted Susan to ***** her. Right now. Hard. She wanted pleasure, the kind of pleasure only Susan could give her.

Reading her perfectly, Susan gave her a bruising kiss, pushing her tongue into Rachels mouth, put her hands on her bare shoulders and began walking her backwards, toward the table to the left of the bar, stripping off her clothes as they moved, a lovers dance made graceful by desire and easy familiarity with each others bodies.

The bra was the first to go, one strap pulled loose in Susans eagerness to get to her lovers ***** as quickly as possible. Still moving slowly backwards, Susan lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and dragging her tongue across it. Rachel threw her head back and moaned.

Almost there, Susan stopped, unfastened the button to Raes leather pants. Digging into her ***** with one hand, she slowly unzipped her pants, hungry eyes on Raes face as she reacted to the sound. She hooked her thumbs over the waistband and peeled them down with exquisite slowness, helping Rae step out of them, before dragging her nails along the backs of her legs as she stood.

The edge of the table stopped their motion. Susan dropped one hand to the sheer fabric of Raes silk underwear, stroking across her stomach and back with her thumbnail, using the fabric itself to stimulate the girl. She slipped her hands between Rachels thighs, and rubbed her through the panties, alternating the pressure of her fingers, enjoying the wetness that seeped through. She ran her finger around the elastic at the inside of Raes thigh, before slipping in, stroking her wetness, teasing her with pressure at the entrance to her *****. She pulled out, put her finger into her mouth and sucked, then covered Raes mouth with her own, and fed her sweet taste back to her while she worked her panties down over her hips, and let them slide down her legs to the floor with a soft rustle.

Susan turned Rachel around, leaned her over the table. Braced on her arms, Rachel pushed her hips up and back, giving Susan the access she wanted. She expected Susan to plunge the full depth of the ***** into her immediately. Instead, she slid the head of the ***** just inside her, held it there against her slickness while she unpinned the rest of Rachels hair and let it fall to her shoulders. Susan leaned over, took Rachels earlobe in her teeth and nipped just hard enough to make the sub gasp with surprise. She slid the ***** deeper into Rachel with a slow, smooth stroke, whispering Tell me what you feel, Rachel.

Rachel moaned, pushed against Susan, providing resistance that rubbed the ***** hard against Susans clitoris. She described every sensation, every stroke. Susans breath became shallow and quick as her ***** became more urgent and Rachel responded to her thrusts, coaxing her on, begging for it until they both came.

Susan lay across Rachels back, not withdrawing from her yet, feeling warm and satisfied. Until. There were even more burn marks on Rachels back. Susan raised herself on one arm, circled one barely healed mark with a soft finger. You didnt deserve this, Rachel. I would never have given you to Lee if Id known.

I know, Rachel whispered hoarsely, tears spilling out underneath her lashes. It was as close as she would ever get to an apology from Susan. The regret in her voice surprised Rachel. Neither woman moved for several long breaths. Susan? Rachel asked finally.

Yes, Rachel?

A long pause. Are you hungry?

A shudder of desire ran through Susan. Of all her subs, Rachel was totally unique in her love for bloodplay and had, in fact, introduced Susan to it. Will you feed me?

Yes.

Susan rolled Rachel over onto her back, helped her stand, led her into the bedroom, laid her down on the bed. For a moment, she simply stood there, telling Rachel with her eyes what she wanted, what she would have. Something so pure and so hungry flared in Rachels eyes, it made Susan want to fall on her in that moment and devour her, to take her throat in her mouth and bite down hard while she fucked her. Something primitive rose up in her, a desire for blood, *****, life.

Instead, she stood as still as she was capable of. She ran her tongue over her teeth, feeling for the switch. She had never before bought hardware primarily to pleasure a sub, and these prosthetics were expensive. Fortunately, Darl Barnes in Special Effects was a genius and they had worked out a suitable barter. Rachels eyes were riveted on Susans face. Susan wiggled her tongue between two back molars, and flicked the switch. The prosthetic fangs lowered into place, small and sharp. Rachels eyes went dark with want, and she threw her head back, baring her throat to Susan who lowered her mouth until it was only a breath away. She traced a vein in Rachels neck with one finger. You keep current on your blood work, dont you?

Rachel didnt hesitate. Yes.

Susan bit down. Rachel made a sound more howl than moan. Blood welled up and pooled in the hollow above her collarbone. Susan licked it, waited for more, licked and sucked it, circling the punctures with her tongue. Rachel writhed underneath her. She moved her mouth to a new place, then another, and another after that on Rachels pale neck, above her breast, and below. The metallic taste of her blood, copper and iron, knowing it was her life she was drinking. Susan felt the fire move down her spine.

She felt Rachels hand on her face. Normally, she never let the sub touch her except by her own command. Rachel was holding her wrist to Susans mouth. Shed never offered so much before. Susan bit down, blood flowed; she filled her mouth with Rachels blood, emptied it into her subs mouth. Rachel drank greedily, sucking Susans tongue into her mouth, licking her own blood off Susans lips and mouth. She braced her feet on the bed and lifted her pelvis. Susan reached down, unbuckled the harness, and tossed it aside. She wanted nothing but flesh between her and Rachel, pushed her clitoris hard into Rachels ***** and pushed hard, again and again, feeding and ***** until both were too exhausted to continue.

They lay in a tangle of long arms and legs as daylight began to filter through the bedroom curtains, and thunder rumbled overhead. If Susan had opened her eyes and looked at Rachels face in that moment, she would have been surprised to see cunning in her eyes and an uncharacteristic smile. But the doorbell distracted her. She looked over at the clock, then at Rachel, who had slid her smile of satisfaction behind the customary mask of submission. Rae shrugged. Susan got up, slipped on her robe, and went to the door.

Lara stood on the porch, hair slick in the rain, face pale and resigned.

Susan opened the door and waited for Lara to walk through it.

What do you want from me, Susan? Lara asked instead, in a husky voice, slurred with drugs and fatigue.

Susan held Lara with her eyes. One week. Anything I ask. Everything I want.

And then?

I give it back the tape, the caps, the digital files, everything. And I drop the restraining order.

Lara leaned against the door frame. Youll leave Dana alone?

No more pictures, no more film.

And Im free to leave?

If you choose.

How do I know youll keep your word?

You dont. Susan smiled. But I will.

Lara met Susans gaze with her own. Those eyes. She wanted to fall back into them all over again. She walked through the door. Susan pulled Lara to her, kissed her long and hard and deep, running her hands down the soft fabric of her shirt, her skirt, wanting what lay beneath. Lara sagged against her and opened herself to Susans desire. Home, she thought.

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End Part Eighteen