You’re not invited…

Miya heard the words in the recesses of her mind as she struggled in the dark. Was it inside or out? A sense of alarm washed over her then eased up, and finally ebbed away.  Fragmentary images of Kenzie’s attractive face tumbled over each other in her head. Kenzie! Had it been real or her wishful imagination? Miya was unsure.

No…wait, the music, it was still playing. A new song, but the music was still there. Okay, so it had been real. Miya's whole body heated remembering the scene's she had witnessed not too long ago. An even deeper red tinged her face as she recalled thinking she'd let Kenzie do a lot of that to her if she'd just show herself online again. But she didn't have to trouble over not seeing Kenzie anymore, she was Noel Pierson.

Where was she now? As the thought formed in her head, a shiver ran up her spinal cord and collected at the base of her neck. She scanned the large room slowly, barely making out the contents. The cement walls were painted a dull gray. There was some sort of four point rack, D rings and a spreader bar dangling from it, standing six feet away in front of her with a low stool beside it. She spotted wrist and ankle cuffs and some other contraption just at the base. There was a sink and cabinet against the farthest wall. The only other furniture she could see was the padded table she was half sitting up on. It seemed she was alone, but, on an intuitive impulse, she looked directly behind her. There, in the shadows, Kenzie was leaning against the wall, as if she owned the room, her light blue eyes nearly glowing.  Miya’s heart skipped a few beats.

“Is your name really Kenzie, or is it Noel?”

Kenzie pushed away from the wall and walked around the table.  Her gaze never left Miya’s. "It's Kenzie Noel Pierson."

"All this trouble just to meet me?"

"Isn't that what you wanted, to meet?"

Miya nodded, radiating a loving heat, staring at Kenzie in long starved hunger. She ran a thumb over the loosely tied laces along the front of Kenzie's black silk shirt. "It's good to finally see the woman I'm head over heels for."

Kenzie said sweet and low, "Breathe now, love / and take me in / Let me deliver you— / Flow your well to bursting / Soak us into warmth / and merge / release / and / come with me."   

"Anywhere with you, Kenzie." 

Taking a hold of her hand, Kenzie led Miya off the table and into the center of the room. "Wait here." She went to the door and bolted it, flicking off the light, engulfing them infinite sudden blackness. 

Miya stood there listening for Kenzie, curious what would come from that pitch dark. She heard water running and inhaled two minutes later when she felt Kenzie there in front of her, unbuttoning her shirt, teasing touches and warm caresses across her breasts, leaving behind the scent of soap and wet fingerprints of passion on Miya's flesh.

Lifting Miya's arm, Kenzie wrapped her wrist in a fleece lined leather cuff, buckling it before clipping it into place above Miya's head. Miya's arm hung tautly as Kenzie moved to her other side and took that wrist into her strong grip, raising it up to shackle it across from the other hand. She slid Miya's pumps and pants off, kneeling on one knee in front of her, running her hands up Miya's shapely legs after, finger-tips inching slowly over hot skin until she was touching the edge of Miya's panties. With her middle finger, Kenzie stroked the narrow band of fabric deep between Miya's legs, carefully coaxing Miya's clit to erection, leaving it pulsating for release.

Slow and deliberate, Kenzie drew Miya's panties down and off. She dropped her hand and felt in the dark. When she found what she was looking for, she lifted each of Miya's feet and slid a leather stirrup along Miya's legs to her thighs. She reached down again for a pair of foot suspension cuffs. After buckling them securely to each ankle, she stood, wrapping the back strap around her.  "Lean against me." Miya did, and Kenzie explained, "It's a suspension sling."  Miya gasped and silently said good-bye to gravity when Kenzie lifted her lower body clear off the floor, anchoring Miya securely to the D rings in place above them.

How did she do that in the dark?

When Kenzie released her, Miya, spread eagled, hovered helplessly bound waist high in front of Kenzie. Miya was immediately reminded of a fair ride called the Yo-Yo, and she thought of the amusement park her friend had wanted to visit that weekend. What was it again? Six Flags. Miya blushed when her mind conjured up the look on her co-worker's face if she told her she'd been to her own Sex Flags. 

So exposed…never this exposed, but she trusted Kenzie with her vulnerability, to hold her safely in the intensity. Her soul unlocked suddenly, her body unfurled with desire, all of her opening for whatever Kenzie wanted to do to her. The depth of emotion she felt for Kenzie at that moment was exhilarating and it lubricated her vaginal walls, sending a tingling through her bloodstream. Miya could feel the already swollen flesh of her clitoris expanding, and then tightening. 

"Touch me, Kenzie." Her body called to Kenzie's as well as her words, pleading for her attention, and Kenzie slipped one unseen hand over Miya's ribs, down her stomach and finally between Miya's thighs. She began lightly rubbing her throbbing clitoral shaft, the brush of her shirt against Miya's flesh provoking a shiver, an internal tremor.

Kenzie cupped her other hand to Miya's left breast, the slide of skin on skin, pinching one firm nipple, pulling on it, sending little tendrils of pleasure down Miya's stomach that joined the sensations at her clit.

Miya's head rolled, unknotting the tension in her neck. Kenzie's fingers seemed to be everywhere: inside Miya, on her clit, at her anus, keeping her on the border of almost enough but not quite. She tried to tighten her thighs; the wide straps in which they were encased wouldn't allow it, forcing her to keep her center defenseless to Kenzie's erotic assault. She groaned loudly when Kenzie abruptly withdrew her hands and moved around Miya to sit on the stool in front of her.

What is she doing?

Eagerly anticipating Kenzie's mouth on her, the muscles in Miya's legs trembled, nipples swelling to stiff tips and a breath exploded from her. She tensed when she felt the soft and fleeting caresses of Kenzie's lips playing over her, hands circling her ass cheeks lazily before spreading them wider. Miya held back a cry, her muscles taut as the climactic surge begin again feeling Kenzie's tongue dip deep inside the folds of her first, a gentle, steady caress that stretched on forever, then Kenzie's tongue tip was sliding easily over the silky surface, teasing closer and closer to her ass and …stopped.

Miya clenched her hands into fists, writhing—struggles futile—begging, "Please…"

"Please what, Miya?"

"Oh god…"

Kenzie gently ran her tongue through Miya's fine pubic hair to Miya's clit, down her center and paused again, hovering frustratingly just out of reach. "Tell me what you want, Miya."

Miya's head lolled back, legs twitching, a slight moan of desperation escaped her lips. She strained herself towards Kenzie. "Please, I want your tongue in me."

Kenzie reached up and twisted Miya's nipples, tongue wildly flicking her clit and dipping into Miya until she was slick and smooth. And then she moved her mouth lower.

It was nothing like Miya had ever felt before. Her whole body was vibrating out of control with every stroke. Kenzie's hot breath on her was soft and shuddering, overwhelming Miya in sensation, making her want, making her beg. She grabbed the suspension bar connected to her wrists cuffs and tried to arch her groin upwards, inviting a deeper penetration for Kenzie's anal stimulation. Kenzie finger-fucking her and the occasional clitoral caresses added to the delicious thrill.

And when Miya was so close to coming, Kenzie sat back a few moments, trailing her fingers lightly up and down Miya's inner thighs before she stood and walked away.

"Kenzie!" Miya tugged madly at her restraints, frantic for more of that titillating moist tongue. The seconds passed agonizingly by. Miya could swear she heard her own heartbeat pounding in the dark, Kenzie's breath out there somewhere not too far. She simultaneously groaned and exhaled deeply when she felt the heat of Kenzie's body behind her, pushing her chest into Miya's back. Then she felt Kenzie's hips against her, and became aware of it, pressing against her virgin ass. Uncertainty plagued her momentarily. A tongue was one thing, a dildo another. 

Kenzie put her hand between Miya's legs, sliding hungry fingers into her wetness and spreading it to the back.

Miya bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes to an even deeper darkness than the room while Kenzie moved against her, dancing to the subtle sultry beat they could hear pounding beyond the walls, swaying Miya's whole body against the pull of the free-standing rack. She trailed a lingering kiss along her jaw line, meeting Miya's open-mouthed kiss with a fever. Her fingers moved in small circles around Miya's labia, causing every sensation inside Miya to converge between her thighs.

Kenzie brought a hand up, placing wet fingers to Miya's lips.  She carefully ran the slippery liquid over Miya's mouth, sliding a finger inside. 

"Suck."

Miya enthusiastically sucked her own essence from Kenzie's finger. They shared a deep kiss after, Kenzie's tongue moving over the soft flesh, licking at the tasty flavor of Miya.

Miya's hips gyrated, faster, faster, faster, moving in their own restrained rhythm as Kenzie began to thrust her fingers harder against Miya, rotating them. She could feel the dildo riding along the crack of her ass and she knew she wanted it, had to have it. "Oh baby, fuck me!"

Kenzie cupped Miya's backside with tender fingers, parting one cheek and pushed her hips forward, her torso moving with and bumping against Miya's back. "Relax and press down against it," Kenzie instructed, voice raspy with her arousal, and as Miya's body briefly went slack against hers, she filled Miya with one upward stroke.

Any residue from the uncertainty Miya had felt disappeared when Kenzie began fucking her slowly, fingers pressing into her clitoral head, under it, tugging on it with a milking motion. Kenzie's right arm came around Miya, and she slipped three fingers into her pussy, nearly lifting Miya up when she entered, causing Miya to wince from the momentary shock of pain.

Moving in frenzied excitement, Miya started to pant, trying to catch her breath, but knowing it was a loosing battle. She was moaning and pushing her ass harder into Kenzie, wanting to touch her.  She tried, forgetting the padded restraints wouldn't allow her. Desire and longing engulfed her, searing all her senses and she cried out, calling Kenzie's name over and over. Her body quaked, muscles locking, swallowing Kenzie's fingers, nipples straining hard for a touch—any kind of touch, be it gentle and erotic, or hard and painful, anything would do.

She was a part of Kenzie, and Kenzie a part of her, inside, outside, all around her, swamping her in her own sweat, in Kenzie's. The rack creaked from the strain of their fucking, from Miya's tugging for release. With a groan, Miya pressed forward to ease the pleasure in back, but only to come to a deeper delight in front, and back again, like a yo-yo of feeling. Too much, it was too much feeling!  The dark intensified awareness and she rode the pleasure nevertheless, hoping at the end there was release.  Higher, higher, upwards, through the ceiling of that darkened room and over the clouds, out of the ozone she climbed, and just when she knew her body could go no higher, it reached its apex and she called out Kenzie's name one last time and came.

#

As the bar was closing, Kenzie led an unsteady Miya to her truck, kissing her in between belting her securely in her seat. "Where are we going?" Miya said against her lips.

Kenzie closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. As she slipped into her seat, she flashed Miya a crafty grin. "Back to that house."

"So, you're going to buy it then? That wasn't part of your plan?"

Starting the engine, Kenzie laughed. "I own that house."

Comprehension hit immediately. "So that’s how I got the referral."

Kenzie reached over for her hand. "I have every intention of keeping a promise I made to you."

"That being?" Miya couldn’t remember any particular promise; then again, her head wasn't very clear at the moment either.

"I’m going to make love to you, to every part of your body, every orifice, in every conceivable way, all night long…that promise. Remember?"

"Oh God…"

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