Caught

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stood for a moment watching Hope, her chest slowly falling and rising as she peacefully drifted off. Her exhaustion was obvious - her eyelids fluttering as they struggled to stay open, her quick, shallow breaths. Who could blame her? It was remarkable that she had been thrust from what she was doing and thrown into the rush of the fire scare, all with a plug nestled inside her and a vibrator humming against her clit. I don’t know how she managed to stay sane throughout while holding off what must have been the mother of all orgasms. She was far stronger than I had given her credit for.

Blissful and content as she dozed, I sat beside Hope, debating whether I should hold her hand or comfort her in some way. For a moment, I held my hand over hers before pulling it away, worried I might wake her or my touch wouldn’t be wanted after the chaos we shared.

She looked cute, in an innocent kind of way, and I couldn’t help but watch her sleep for a moment.

I sighed as I pushed myself up quietly off the bed and walked around. After the unexpected moment with Hope, I was feeling like I needed some release myself. But, after her sudden crash, it was more important to ensure she was okay and the moment had passed. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her sleep for my own needs, however tempting it was. She probably would have been more than willing to satisfy them, but she deserved the rest she was currently getting.

It’s funny how life surprises you. If it wasn’t for Beatrice acting like a self-entitled bitch, I may never have discovered this about Hope. We’d been living together for just over a month now, and she had seemed pleasant enough, but she’d mostly kept to herself. I had tried to invite her to one or two of the nights out to help her socialise with other people, but she didn’t seem interested.

The sound of the handcuffs clinking against the bed made me turn to her, but she was just shifting position in her sleep. I fought back the urge to brush her hair with my fingers; it was strange, but I suddenly felt very protective of her - partly because she was small and socially awkward, despite being so friendly and trusting, and maybe, partly because I had seen her so vulnerable, so raw with fear and pleasure.

I had met Beatrice a month before I started college at a rock gig. She had been dancing on her own near where I was with my group of friends, so carefree and so sexy. She was wearing a bubblegum pink cropped top emblazoned with a glittery, hot pink heart, and a semi-transparent, fluffy, pink miniskirt. She stood out from the crowd of people dressed mostly in black like a sore thumb.

Her confidence had drawn me to her, and when she accidentally dropped her drink, I rushed towards her and offered to buy her another. We hit it off immediately. She was bubbly, a little ditsy, and hot as hell. Her low-cut, cropped top barely held her impressive cleavage; I couldn’t look away. I’d always been proud of mine, but hers were next level. They may not have been a hundred per cent natural, but I didn’t care.

We talked about the band we were about to see as we knocked back the drinks. Conversation came easily, and it was deliciously flirtatious; I was quickly taking a liking to this beautiful, well-spoken young lady.

We danced together all night, our bodies sliding closer with every vodka and Coke. By the time of the final song, we were practically wrapped around each other, stealing touches in the crowd while everyone else watched the act on the stage.

As we rocked out to the lively closing song, our gaze met at the climax of the song, and I couldn’t resist anymore. Driven by a primal longing, I took the risk and leaned my neck towards her face. Beatrice didn’t shy away as her lips crashed against mine with a passion that matched my own. This kiss had been three hours in the making; a fiery result of every teasing touch and every flirting word. Her lips tasted sweet with a sharp tang of vodka, and I held her face as I pushed my tongue desperately inside her mouth. To my surprise, Beatrice pushed her tongue just as fiercely. I was so used to instantly taking control and leading the situation that Beatrice's fighting for control startled me. Her tongue wrestled with mine, refusing to yield, and for the first time, I realised I had finally met my match.

The kiss broke apart as I gasped for air, and we held each other’s gaze. Her eyes danced with mischief, wanting more, and she wasn’t the only one. I ignored the people gaping at us as we held hands and pushed through the bodies towards the exit.

It was just after ten by the time we had got out of the venue, and both of us were eager for the night to continue. Across the road, the World’s End pub was buzzing with life. We skipped hand in hand, alive with joy as we made our way towards the pub, when we heard live music coming from the doorway next door. The Underworld club was situated under the World’s End, and we took the stairs down into the dark as the music grew even louder.

The energy inside was infectious. A lively band were playing, and we took our place at the bar to be served.

The music was deafening, just as I like it. Together, we pointed at the drinks we wanted from the bartender and paid before we moved closer to the stage. There was no chance of talking here, so I was going to have to let my body do the flirting.

This was my idea of heaven: a decent live band with infectious energy, while grinding my body up against a beautiful young woman. It was so crowded down here that I had no choice but to be this close to Beatrice, not that I was going to complain. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her soft, flawless skin as she leaned back against me. The temptation to tease her came quickly, but apparently not as quickly as it did to her.

I felt her hand reach behind where she stood as she rubbed gently between my legs. It was so dimly lit down here, and so crowded that there was hardly any chance that anyone would spot us. The air was hazy as the smoke machine on stage did its work - giving us extra cover.

I instinctively looked around, feeling my cheeks flush hot in what was a very hot and crowded room. Bodies pressed against me, but I felt only her fingers teasingly run between my legs.

She looked at me, smirking, daring me to ask her to stop. But I did one better. I slipped my finger in my mouth, lubricating it, and slid my hand down the top of her skirt and underneath her panties. There was no resistance; in fact, she spread her legs a little to allow me easier access. I checked to make sure no one was watching, but everyone’s attention was on the band playing on stage. Her juices were already flowing, and I resisted the urge to bring my fingers to my mouth to taste her.

The music just became background noise as I tried to focus on teasing her while her finger circling my clit was making my heart race. Our eyes locked, and her gaze mirrored mine; a lustful desperation that needed to be fulfilled.

“Want to..” Beatrice started, breathing heavily as I worked her clit, running my finger up and down slowly. “Want to come back to my hotel?”

I nodded, pulling her hand from between my legs and holding it in mine. We couldn’t get out of the club quickly enough as all I could think of was her lips against mine. It was humid outside, but a slight improvement from back inside the club. We were giggling on the short walk, eyes locked, biting back grins from knowing what was to come. The air was so charged between us that it was taking every bit of restraint I had not to start undressing her out here.

Once inside the Premier Inn hotel, we ran excitedly to the lift, earning a disapproving look from the bored receptionist.

Our lips crashed together before the doors even closed. My hands wrapped around her, pulling her close, but she was having none of it and pushed me towards the wall of the lift, pinning me as her lips found their way to my neck.

God. I was so sensitive there. I felt her teeth gently scratch against my skin, teasing me of what was to come as she sucked on me. Feral desires boiled up inside me, and I grabbed her, spinning round so that she was against the wall. She grinned like a bitch in heat. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it so that I had access to her neck. Her rich, floral perfume flooded my nostrils, suddenly amplifying my desire as my teeth clamped down on her soft neck.

Beatrice arched her head back with a gasp of pleasure. She giggled menacingly. Spinning me around so that my back was against the wall, she kicked my feet apart and pressed her thigh between my legs, heat radiating through the fabric. Just the faintest of touches had my clit throbbing for more, and I growled as she pulled back on my hair and stuck her teeth in my neck to repay the favour, her hot breath searing my skin as her teeth sank in. The pain was sharp and intense, sending shivers down my entire body. She latched on, sucking as she nibbled, and I ground myself desperately against her thigh.

The electronic voice of the lift cut us off, announcing our approach to the twelfth floor, and we reluctantly stepped apart. Dishevelled and breathless, we weighed up our next move. Her eyes were crazy with lust and longing, and mine must have been the same.

As the doors opened, a group of young women gazed at us with shocked expressions. Their jaws dropped as I pushed Beatrice out of the lift, slapping her ass playfully. I turned to the closest girl, winked and then followed Beatrice into her room across the hall.

I just about heard their shock turn to giggles as the door closed behind us. Reacting to my slap, Beatrice pinned me against the wall, unzipping the dress I was wearing. As the fabric fell loosely to the floor, I stood bare, offering everything as she kissed me again. I felt her hand find my nipple, and with one fluid movement, she pinched hard, twisting without mercy as she pressed her other hand against my neck. Oh, she liked it like that, did she?

The electric pain from my nipple made me moan into her lips. Then her hand tightened at my throat, stealing my breath before I could recover.

I reached around her, digging my nails in as I ran my fingers down her back. Her grip loosened, and I took the opportunity to lift her top over her head and throw it to the side. Like me, Beatrice had skipped underwear for the gig. I was immediately distracted by her voluptuous breasts, round and firm and begging for my attention. I took one in each hand as I pushed her back against the wall, squeezing hard as I bent down and took one of her pert nipples in my mouth.

Beatrice moaned appreciatively as I flicked my tongue against them, and as she sighed contentedly, I clamped my teeth down, making her cry out and arch her body into me.

A visceral growl escaped her lips as she reached for both my nipples once again. After the first time, you’d think I would have been better prepared, but as she pinched and twisted both at once, I nearly collapsed to the ground. I staggered back, feeling the delicious pain shoot through me like lightning sparking under my skin. Each sharp wave caused me to throb achingly, but it didn’t outweigh my desire to be on top.

I fell onto the bed, and Beatrice’s grip loosened. Dragging her with me, I span as I fell, falling on top of her, and I took the opportunity to straddle her waist. Immediately, I reached for her hands, pinning them above her head, taking pleasure as she writhed below me, searching for her way out. Without giving her time, I leaned down and bit down mercilessly on her soft breasts as she cried out. I looked towards her face, the pain clear to see, but there was a determination that she would get her own back. Not if I could help it.

Capitalising on my advantage, I shifted forward until I hovered over her face. With a wink, I put my full weight down on her face, smothering her under my wet cunt.

For a moment, Beatrice gave in. I felt her tongue reach out to taste me, as I ground myself roughly over her. I felt every contour and bump on her face as I rode her with a growing desire. The power I felt only enhanced what I was feeling,

Suddenly, I cried out, swearing as Beatrice’s teeth sank into the inside of my thighs. The pain was raw, sending shocks through me as I weakened my hold on her arms.

Within the blink of an eye, I was falling onto my back as Beatrice climbed over me. Her soaked cunt was barely an inch from my face, and while I thought of my next move, I felt her legs go between my legs. Instead of another bite, I felt her tongue delve deep inside me, making me feel things I hadn’t felt before.

Encouraged by the way she was making me feel, I leaned forward and lapped between her legs in one slow, broad stroke. Her musky taste, slightly salty with a hint of sweetness, tantalised my taste buds, and I reached more eagerly with my tongue. Fighting back the urge to wrest control once again and get on top, I ceded control over to her, content with the way her tongue massaged my clit. There was always next time.

It didn’t take long for all the pent-up pressure that had been slowly building since the gig to boil to the surface. I tried to focus on how my tongue worked inside her, but it was difficult, and I gasped for air in short breaths. The shaking started in my legs, and I heard a victorious giggle from Beatrice above as she doubled her efforts, and my whole body trembled.

Her tongue drove me over the edge, tearing away any strength I had left. My vision blurred as the trembling intensified, ecstasy erupted through me, turning my body into a vessel of pleasure,

With me defenceless, Beatrice lifted and ground her soaking wet pussy over my face. A muffled moan escaped my lips as her juices soaked into me, her whole body trembling on top of me as she used my face to completion. Her hands seized my nipples one last time, yanking them cruelly as she ground out her climax on my face.

Beatrice rolled off of me, and I gasped greedily for air. My whole body was still shivering with aftershocks of pleasure biting through the exhaustion. Beside me, Beatrice panted, grinning triumphantly as she found my hand and held it in hers.

“You win this time,” I breathed, silently promising a round two in the near future. I entwined my body with hers and kissed her tenderly, feeling like this could be the start of something epic as we drifted off in each other’s arms.

There were many more rounds over the next month as Beatrice and I wrestled for power. In between the sex, romance bloomed, and I felt myself falling deeply for her, and when I found out we were heading to the same college, I couldn’t believe my luck.

Unfortunately, college is where things changed for the worse. Beatrice had always had an air of superiority about her, but I mistook it for confidence. As we settled in over the first couple of weeks, her behaviour changed. With her wealth came popularity, and Beatrice started to feel more entitled. She became distant, and the fiery passion between us slowly fizzled as I found that I didn’t like the person she had become here at college.

I decided to call things off with her two weeks after the college term started. She was flanked by two girls who had clung to her and became her personal fan club. She was never alone, and one lunch when she was with her two fan girls was the best time I could find. Through tears, I told her that I didn’t like who she had become, and I didn’t think this was going to work. For the briefest of moments, I thought I saw hurt in her eyes, but just as quickly, it had vanished. She sneered, saying I wasn’t good enough for her anyway, and she mocked my tattoos and piercings, calling me trashy.

I had practically run back to my dorm room, waiting until the door closed before I burst into tears on my pillow. Hope had watched me with growing concern, letting me feel the pain as she made me a cup of tea and gave me space.

We had barely spoken to each other these first two weeks, but that one act told me everything I needed to know about Hope. She had seen me hurting, and although she was clearly shy, she did her best to look out for me.

A smile grew on my lips as I watched Hope fidget in her sleep. I had been holding back with her this weekend, worried that I would grow attached as I had with Beatrice. My mind was still fragile; I couldn’t hurt like that again, not so soon.

Hope might not mean to hurt me; she was a kind soul. But what if she found her limits early, settling with the rope and found my desires overwhelming? She would explore more with me to try to please me; she was quickly realising her true submissive nature. I didn’t want to be the one to take it too far and drive her away from her curious desires.

I looked at her, remembering the vulnerability in her eyes as she asked me to cuff her to the frame. An intense orgasm had just ripped through her body after the stress of the afternoon’s alarm. There was a strength and determination inside her that matched Beatrice; it just showed differently. How she had kept it together with the vibrator and the plug in a crowded field was beyond me.

I couldn’t let Beatrice’s betrayal keep me down forever. While I couldn’t embrace a romantic relationship with Hope, I could sure as hell have fun with her and help guide her as she finds herself in this lifestyle. If she wanted to, I would show her the ropes, pun intended, and allow her a safe space to practice what she desired. If she wanted to work on her rope skills and tie herself up, I would do everything I could to encourage her. And if she wanted me to take on a more dominant role with her, I would be honoured and thrilled to do so.