Kiss me, Alice. Lara commanded. Alice pressed a gentle kiss onto Laras lips. She was hesitant to admit it, but removing her clothes, being ordered about and even the spanking had sparked her desire. Need was coursing through her body. She wanted the redhead as she has not wanted in sometime. Desire drove her to deepen the kiss. To gently pull Lara lips with hers and to gently nip them with her teeth. Instinctually, she moved her arms around Lara – to stroke her back and arms.

Lara moved from her embrace. Not until I say. The coolness of the air was in stark contrast to the warmth of her body pressed into leather that enveloped Lara. She sighed in resignation. Lara moved closer and pressed her lips to Alices. Her tongue sliding over her lips, not entering Alices mouth, just taunting her. She pulled her head back, leaving her body close. You may remove my shirt now.

Alice slowly unlaced the leather ties in the back of the back of Laras shirt. Her hands traveled easily across the soft fabric. Her mouth was pressed gently into Laras shoulder as she struggled ever so slightly with the ties in the lower back. The laces finally gave way to her nimble fingers and she slid her hands up Laras back taking the shirt with her. She fought the urge to lean in and kiss the skin as it was exposed. She clenched her fists and placed them by her sides.

Lara grinned over Alices head – appreciating her effort and her resolve. Now my pants. Alices hands skimmed the sides of Laras worn jeans. The fabric soft in her hands. Her fingers shook with the effort to release the button in the front and then carefully slid the zipper down, exposing the black panties underneath. The jeans were snug and she knelt to gain better leverage and pulled them down to the floor.

Lara stood over the kneeling Alice then pulled her up and kissed her lips hard. She pressed her back onto the bed and proceeded to use the leather manacles to secure Alice to the bed. Lara left her feet free. The lack of use of her hands would be enough to impose the feeling of helplessness. To Alices credit – she did not fight against the bondage and settled into the bed.