Chapter 39 - Life

Cam’s back hit the bed and she could have sworn she heard Michelle growl as she launched forward and straddled her thighs. Michelle’s hands grasped Cam’s wrists and held them firmly in place against the mattress as her mouth attacked her lover’s neck.

“What’s got into you?” Cam laughed nervously. She was usually the top – not always, but usually – and it had been a long time since Michelle had shown any interest in sex, let alone being quite so dominant like this. And although they had passed the time that the doctors suggested abstaining for, Cam had been reticent to start anything, just in case.

“Stop talking,” Michelle demanded. She pulled back and placed a finger against Cam’s lips, staring intently into her eyes. “I’m in charge right now, and you…” She smirked knowingly. Sitting back and putting her weight on Cam’s lap, she grasped the hem of her top and lifted it off. “You, are going to do as you’re told.”

“Oh, am I?” Cam challenged. She tried to sit up, but Michelle was having none of it.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop whining.” Now, with her naked breasts hanging close to Cam’s face, she pressed more firmly again on her wrists. “Okay?”

Cam’s eyes moved away from Michelle’s, lingering on her full breasts, nipples just out of reach from her hopeful mouth. She licked her lips and was considering her options before her attention was taken away by a sharp pinch to her own nipple. “Ow,” she complained, though it didn’t really hurt now she thought about it. Just an uncomfortable sting, enough to get her attention.

“I said, okay?”

Cam nodded, her breathing noticeably more rapid as she realized just how much she liked this side of Michelle.

“Words, Camryn, use your words.” Michelle released her wrists and sat back up again. This time her hands slowly encapsulated her own breasts, her eyes on Cam the entire time.

“Yes, okay.” Right now, she would probably agree with anything Michelle asked of her. In fact, there was no “probably” about it. She trusted her implicitly. Michelle would never hurt her in any way.

“Good.” Michelle smiled. “Now, just because I’m nursing your children, and as I am only a couple of months past birthing your children, you will not touch me at all, understand?” When Cam nodded, she continued. “I am going to get up and get undressed, and you are not going to move.”

“Okay.” Two syllables were about all Cam could manage. From her position, with the pillow under her head, she could at least see the show. Michelle was all but ignoring her, casually taking off her slacks and folding them neatly, and taking oh-so-long to do it. Cam wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her close and switch their positions so that it was herself who was in charge. But she wouldn’t do that. Michelle needed this, and in all honesty, she needed it too.

Instead, she let her eyes roam her wife’s beautiful body, with its tanned skin and toned muscles that were just a little less toned than they had been before the pregnancy changed her body. Cam loved it, every stretch mark and flaw that Michelle complained about.

She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed Michelle was moving. But not towards her. Instead, she bent down and pulled out a box from under the bed. “I had some things delivered,” she said, her voice turning huskier, her eyes darkening with desire.

“Right, what kind of things?”

“The kind of things where you’re going to have to trust me. Do you trust me, Camryn?”

Michelle in seduction mode was something exquisite, and Cam thanked her lucky stars every day for it. And their sex life had been pretty active and adventurous over the years, but Cam had a feeling it was about to go down a very different path tonight. Especially for herself; could she be the submissive one?

“I trust you,” she said, meeting her gaze just as intently and thanking the goddesses that her mother, Gavin, and Kate had all gone out.

“Good answer,” Michelle purred. Placing the box on the bed beside them, she climbed back onto the mattress and straddled Cam’s lap once again. Without another word, she reached inside the box and pulled out a length of silk about three feet long. She pulled it across her palm, up her arm, and across her chest. She tossed her head back and enjoyed the feeling of the material against her skin. Cam watched, mesmerized, until those dark eyes were back on her. “I’m going to tie your wrists to the bed, Camryn.”

“Okay,” Cam said, back to two syllables.

Michelle chuckled as she looped the material around Cam’s right wrist and placed it above her head. Reaching for her other hand, she tied them together and then finished it off by securing it to the bedframe.

When she was done, she sat back and looked at her. Her lips scrunched together and moved side to side as she contemplated what she wanted to do next. Once she had decided, her fingers deftly, slowly, began to unbutton Cam’s shirt, revealing the flat stomach and the scars as she pushed the material to the side. Cam’s chest rose and fell as her breath quickened.

Michelle leaned in and kissed her, her tongue pushing for access that was granted instantly. For a full minute, Michelle kissed Cam like her life depended on it, and then just as quickly, she stopped; her mouth moving towards Cam’s ear. Lips sucked at the lobe; her tongue swiped around the edge twice before she pulled back just a few centimeters.

“If you want me to stop, you just have to say ‘caterpillar,’” she whispered, sending a shiver of arousal throughout Cam’s nervous system. Her skin electrified; her lungs gasped for air.

For a split second, Cam wanted to laugh. Caterpillar? But then she saw the seriousness with which Michelle was studying her and realized that whatever her wife had planned, she wanted it. “Jesus, why would I want you to stop?”

Michelle laughed and reached into the box once more. This time she pulled out something smaller and held it up. A blindfold. “Can I put this on you?”

There was no hesitation. Cam nodded and lifted her head to allow Michelle to slip it over and cover her eyes.

With the blindfold in place. Michelle got up and moved off of Cam’s body. Camryn heard the rustle of the bedsheets as Michelle slid off the bed and landed on her feet. She waited, anticipation flooding her imagination. There was movement then: her belt was undone, along with the button and zipper to her jeans. More scuffling sounds as Michelle moved around the bed. Cam gasped once more when she felt her trousers being tugged downwards from her ankles. She lifted herself to help and was rewarded with a gentle kiss to her exposed thigh.

This was not at all how she had envisaged this evening going when her mother had announced that she, Kate, and Gavin were heading into town for the evening. The kids had been put to bed on time, and in their own room with the monitors on, which had surprised Cam, but she hadn’t questioned it. Now though, she knew why.

They had eaten a leisurely dinner together. With her last mouthful completed, Michelle had looked at her across the table and in that moment, Cam recognized something that she hadn’t seen for weeks: desire.

Cam had been holding herself back from asserting herself sexually with Michelle for weeks now. She wanted Michelle. God, how she always wanted her, but aware of the situation all too well, she had waited for a sign that it was going to be reciprocated, wanting Michelle to be in a good place before she broached the idea of sex again. That sign never came, and so she just put her needs to one side, but looking at her wife right now, she understood the signal.

Clearly, Michelle was ready, because she had placed her knife and fork down gently, gazed across at Cam, and said, “I want you.”

And Cam was grateful for it, grateful that she finally had permission to think that way again, because she had been going out of her mind at times. A pregnant Michelle was just as sexy, if not sexier, than usual. Cam had often found herself wanting to throw her down on the bed and ravish her until they were breathless and sated. But she couldn’t, instead having to find a quiet moment here and there to deal with her needs all by herself.

Without another word, both chairs were flung backward, and they raced up the stairs to their room, crashing through the door as they kissed and fumbled like two horny teenagers. 

Her thoughts were suddenly catapulted to the present as warm lips made their way up her leg, bringing an urgent need for them to keep travelling upward until they found the apex of her thighs and therefore the point at which she needed attention the most right now.

Michelle was alternating legs, left and then right, fingernails dragging behind with just enough pressure to cause a little discomfort, but no real pain.

She’d never been into pain, or humiliation. She’d read about it, and once a previous lover had tried to introduce it, but it just wasn’t Cam’s thing. This however, felt different. With Michelle, she was pretty sure she might like anything her wife decided to do to her.

The ties pulled tight on her wrists. She wanted to reach out and touch but couldn’t, the restraints forcing her to just give into it. The kissing stopped, and she listened hard for a clue to what was going to happen next.

The waiting felt like forever before finally she felt Michelle’s gentle fingers grip her ankle, her leg pulled to one side and the soft material she recognized already tied around it. Now, she just waited for the other leg, but what happened next surprised her. It wasn’t her ankle, but her knee that was tied, and then her leg was moved outwards, exposing her completely. Her first instinct was to yank her leg back, but Michelle held firm and tied her into the position she wanted.

“Stop fighting me or say the safe word,” Michelle said, her voice now more confident as she completely became the seductress in this scene.

“I’m not fighting it, it’s just a little…exposing,” Cam replied, a little disconcerted.

“Uh huh, exactly how I want you,” Michelle confirmed. “Right now, you are mine to do with as I want.” She climbed onto the bed. Cam felt the mattress sink a little in the area between her legs. “You are mine, aren’t you, Camryn?”

God, how she loved it when she reverted to using her full name in bed. “Yes, you know I am.”

“Good, because there are things that I’ve been thinking about for a while now, Camryn.”

“What kind of things?”

She felt Michelle’s naked skin brush against her own, as the bed dipped left, then right with Michelle’s hands either side of her torso. “Filthy things, Camryn. Things that would make you wet, and your mother blush.”

Cam already knew this was true. She could feel how turned on she was already. “Please don’t mention my mother ever again while I am naked.”

Michelle laughed, and Cam joined her until she felt the gentle tap of something against her clit. The sensation made her buck and groan and worry all at once. “I thought I was clear that I was in charge, Camryn? Until I untie you, you will not tell me what I can or can’t do, okay?”

When Cam didn’t answer quickly enough, she felt another tap against her now fully aroused clit. “Fuck,” she hissed. Another tap. “Yes, fuck…okay, you’re in charge.”

“Good. Now, you be a good girl, and stay there. I’ll be right back.”

“What? Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this.”

There was a harder tap this time. The mixture of pleasure and pain caused her to cry out.

“Last warning, Camryn.”

And then there was silence.