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

Part Twelve

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Mr. Piddles knew, from the way his owner and her friend tumbled in through the front door, that it was best to make himself scarce. There would be no kitty snuggles on the bed tonight. They would both be moving around. A lot. He gave a disapproving half growl, twitched his tail, and stalked away to find something to shed on that would annoy Dana in the morning.

Hand in the small of Laras back, Dana guided her up the steps, lit dimly by a 40-watt sconce light at the top of the stairs. They made it halfway before Dana pushed Lara against the banister and pinned her wrists to the railing. Lara cried out as Dana thrust herself hard against her. Oh, God!

Dana began to explore Laras neck with her mouth, lips, tongue, teeth, one hand sliding her shirt strap down to expose a very hard, aroused nipple. She dropped her mouth to Laras breast, sucking, pulling the nipple into her mouth, scraping and nipping it with her teeth, then dragged her tongue roughly back up Laras neck to her ear, biting and tugging on the earlobe, probing wetly with her tongue.

Dana let go of Laras wrists, and roughly stripped off her tank top, tossing it over the banister, and began licking the sweat that was dripping down her lovers neck between her *****. Lara dug her nails into Danas shirt, and dragged them down her spine; her own back arched, she matched the power of Danas thrusts against her.

Dana brought Laras leg up, braced it against the spindles, and mounted her, straddling her thigh, stroking her own body back and forth while she thumped her own thigh between Laras legs, bringing her closer and closer to the ecstasy she wanted, needed, had to have. Lara tried to move against Dana, to deepen her pleasure, but her lover suddenly grabbed her hips with both hands, and pressed them hard against the spindles so that she couldnt move, couldnt thrash beneath her, couldnt do anything that Dana didnt want.

The one thing she could do was to respond to Danas passion by pushing her thigh higher and harder between Danas legs, matching her lovers thrusts and rhythm. Dana returned the aggression, rocking harder into and against her. Shed forgotten how erotic it was to ***** someone still mostly clothed, but Dana was reminding her in the most forceful way.

The house was silent except for the moans of pleasure, and the creaking of the banister from the motion of their bodies. They both were breathing harder now, in short gasps, as the pleasure began to take shape deep in their bodies. Lara was twisting against Danas grip on her pelvis, unable to move anything but her hands, digging them into Danas *****.

Dana opened her eyes and looked at Lara, watching her face with a hunger and arousal shed never felt before. Shed always made love with eyes closed. Now all she wanted to do was watch the desire and passion shift under Laras skin, as she brought her closer, closer and closer still to that edge of pleasure that erases all else. She pressed Lara hard, with the full length of her body and stopped moving, pinning her at the brink, and watched the hunger crawl across Laras face.

Please, she whispered, Oh God, Dana, plea–

Dana thrust hard against her, bringing her thigh up hard against Laras crotch, smothered her mouth with a bruising kiss, and took Laras scream into her own mouth, drinking down the pleasure as they both came and came and came again. Finally, drenched with sweat, they sagged together against the railing, hands stroking each other lightly, legs quivering, mouths still joined to one another in a deep but gentle kiss.

Holy *****, Dana whispered. I could use a cigarette now. You were so good, babe.

Me? Laras eyes widened. You were doing all the work.

And you were so worth it, Dana smiled, took Laras face in her hands, grazed her lips with her own, and wagged a brow. How bout a nice long shower?

Oh yeah, Lara sighed, “a very long shower.”

They entwined their fingers, climbed the rest of the stairs, and walked into the bathroom, shedding clothes over the banister as they went. By the time the water was heated up, they were both completely naked and completely embraced, luxuriating in the soft stroking feel of skin on skin.

You are so beautiful,” Lara sighed into Dana’s mouth before stepping into the shower.

Dana stepped in behind her, slid her hands up Laras back, stopping to massage her shoulder blades before moving them up, across, and down to Laras wet *****. The sous chef moaned softly at the back of her throat as her lover began to arouse her again with nothing more than light touch. She took a washcloth, slicked it up with a fragrant body gel and began to wash Lara from head to toe, stopping to kiss her at strategic times in strategic places.

God, Lara, I want you. I want you. She maneuvered Lara into the shower spray to rinse off the soap and dropped to her knees in front of her. She lowered her mouth to the firm flesh of her stomach, circling and probing her navel with her tongue, her hands kneading Laras *****, moving to stroke the inside of her hip bones with her thumbs as she worked her way down with mouth, lips and tongue, moving from the inside of one leg to the other, moving her fingertips with feathery strokes, just above, just to either side of the place where Lara most wanted her to go.

Dana, Lara whispered, you said… She gasped as Dana circled her ***** with her tongue. You said tonight oohhhhh yesssslike that.

Dana ran her hands up Laras body as she stood, and looked into her eyes. Everything.

Everything?

Everything.

Lara cupped Danas face, stroked the back of her head, and kissed her sweetly. Then, tonight, I want what do you want, Dana? Deep down. Behind your eyes.

Dana gave Lara a long look, as though she were thinking through something very serious. I dont know what you

Lara backed her against the wall of the shower. I want to pleasure you. I want your deepest, darkest fantasy with no fear, no embarrassment, only what you want. I want to do you like that, Danajust she kissed her like and kissed her deeper that, and filled her mouth with her tongue as she took the washcloth, and began to run it over Danas body, alternating the pressure of her hand underneath it between rough and barely touching.

The image moved forward from that private place in Danas mind hands restrained, eyes blindfolded so she could not see what was coming next, the tension of only being able to experience each sensation as it happened, unable to resist, only able to submit to her lovers desire and her own bodys pleasures.

Do you trust me? Lara asked.

Y-y-yes

Tell me what you want?

Dana took a deep ragged breath, and told her. Lara gripped one wrist, kissed her hard, leaving no doubt who was in charge now. She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower stall, pulling Dana along with her. She grabbed a towel and, starting with Danas hand, began to dry her slowly, with just enough roughness to make Danas pelvis tighten with excitement, until she got to her crotch, which she gently patted dry with slight circular pressure on Danas *****, enough to make her groan softly.

Lara toweled off quickly, tucked her hand into the small of Danas back and guided her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Light some candles, will ya, babe? she asked Dana while she walked across the room to the small stereo on the dresser, and fanned out a selection of CDs, looking for the Lucinda Williams sampler shed recorded. Music to ***** by, shed jokingly told Dana. She put the CD on, programmed the most seductive tunes, starting with a live recording of Joy.

Before Dana could think or say anything, Lara had shoved her down on the bed, wrists pinned, and was straddling her and lowering her head, hair tumbling down, to lick and kiss her *****, left, then right, and back again. Dana moaned and twisted beneath her as her kisses became more urgent, her lips pulling and tugging at one hardened nipple, then the other. Lara positioned her ***** over Danas ***** and began to move her hips forward and back, ever so slowly and seductively, in time to the grinding guitar line, thumping bass line, and Lucindas moaning voice, Im gonna go to West Memphis, Im gonna go to Slidell.

Now, baby, she breathed when the song finished, Where do you keep your neck scarves? she smiled like a cat, holding Danas eyes with her own.

Dana had to clear her throat several times before she could answer. Top drawer.

Lana stroked her lovers wet ***** with a pair of fingers, then touched them to Danas lips, before running them in a long slow wet stroke down her throat, between her *****. Stay put, she instructed as she dismounted Dana and walked over to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and walked back with three scarves in her hand. With swift expertise that surprised Dana, she secured her wrists to the slats in the headboard with the scarves, tied tightly but not so tight as to cut off circulation. She kissed Danas eyes closed and wrapped the third scarf across her eyes, tying it off to the side, just above her ear, which she then kissed and tongued deeply.

Dont go anywhere, babe. She got up and left, the carpet absorbing the footsteps of her bare feet.

And Dana found herself alone in her room, hands tied, another seductive Lucinda tune starting to play, her mind beginning to free-associate and hypothesize what Lara might be planning to do to her. She could feel her own wetness spilling out between her thighs.

And then Laras breath was on her cheek, her lips kissing her face, her mouth, her jaw, her neck. Suddenly, something icy cold stroked up her thigh, across her hip, up her rib cage, circling her left breast.

Do you like it?

Ohhhhhhhh, Dana moaned.

Do you like it? Do you want it? Lara whispered.

Yes.

Yes what?

I want it. Oh god, Dana arched her back. The ice was so cold on her nipple, that it ached and aroused at the same time.

Lara dragged the melting ice cube down her cleavage, circled her other breast and pressed it to her nipple, lowered her mouth and took Danas cold hard ***** into her mouth, licking the drops of water from the melting ice as they dripped down Danas side. The sensations of intense cold from the ice cube, chased by the hotness of Laras mouth and tongue, drove Dana insane with pleasure. She pulled against the restraints, twisted, and moaned into Laras mouth which had moved almost instantaneously from breast to lips.

Then there was nothing but the sound of two women breathing. And then Laras cold hands pushed Danas legs apart. Open up to me, babe, her lover said in a low voice, almost a growl. Open up. Im gonna give it to you so good, Dana.

A tinkling sound was followed by incredible cold as Lara stroked Danas ***** and then her ***** with an ice cube, which began to melt almost immediately from the heat of Danas desire. Do you want it? Do you want it in you?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Dana lifted her hips and Lara thrust the ice into her. She almost screamed from the intensity as Lara took a second ice cube and drifted it down across her breast, to her hips, moving side to side, lower and lower, dragging it down one thigh and up the other, before pushing it, already half melted, into her.

Then Lara lowered her head, and pushed the last cube further into Dana with her tongue, tasting the sweet mix of Danas own juices and the melting ice. Then she began to work on her hardened aroused clitoris, while she slipped one finger, then two into her, sliding in and out while she sucked her, drank her, and fucked her, sliding in, pulling out, pushing harder and deeper, looking for that point where all pleasure began and ended, until Danas building cries told her shed found it.

And just for one last moment, she stopped, holding Dana at the edge of it, waiting, leaning across her pelvis with one arm, waiting, eyes closed, feeling that surging pressure, the spasming at the very back of Danas *****, racing toward her hand and into her mouth. One last second she waited, and then plunged her fingers deep within and sent Dana screaming headlong into the most intense orgasms shed ever experienced. As Danas ***** enfolded and spasmed against Laras fingers, her clitoris twitching against her tongue, Lara came again and again.

Finally sated and exhausted, Lara slipped off the blindfold, untied Danas wrists, lay down beside her and enfolded her woman in her arms. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and the wetness of their *****, and as they lay entangled with each other, murmuring their I love yous, they began to doze off, neither of them noticing the red winking light of a small camera secured to the overhead ceiling light.

Just before sleep took her, Lara remembered the fragrance shed smelled on Dana at the club. But she was too exhausted to think about what that might mean.

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End Part Twelve