Amy woke up, exhausted, happy and in another person’s bed. The fact that it was Priya Lacroix’s, that she had given herself to her in order to save Lily’s life… all that seemed unreal.
Yet, is was the truth. And Amy couldn’t help but feel good about it. In the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong, dangerous and potentionally life-threatening. But at the same time, it felt so good. In every way, it was too good to deny.
While Priya herself had left the room whenever, the handcuffs, Amy’s underwear on the ground and the memory of Priya on top of her were proof of what had happened… an hour ago? Amy checked the clock to see that it was in fact still the same day. The Council hadn’t voted yet.
Priya was gone, and Amy missed her. In a romantic or solely sexual way, she couldn’t tell. Only a few hours ago, Priya’s company had made her fear for her life. Was this how much a single night together could change? Or had Amy felt something for Priya before, something other than admiration she hadn’t been aware of?
Suddenly, Amy’s thinking got interrupted by a knock on the door. She was startled, wondering if it was Priya, but then remembered she would have probably walked right in rather than knock politely.
“Amy? Are you awake?” It was a familiar voice asking this. Sergio!
“Yes,” she answered, surprised about the tone of comfortableness and happiness in her voice, having accepted Sergio as something like a friend. Unlike Priya, he wasn’t unpredictable and rough. Amy knew there was no need to fear him. Regardless, she made sure the sheets were covering all of her.
He opened the door, walked in and immediately closed it. “Priya is busy with the dogs,” he said in a tone so quiet, almost whispering, that Amy couldn’t help but wonder why this was. His answer came automatically: “If you want to leave, you should do it now, or she will notice.”
Amy’s eyes widened. “Leave?”
As if it was the most normal thing in the world, Sergio answered, “Before she kills you.”
Amy gaped. “Kills?”
“I’m saying…” he looked around uncomfortably, “if you want to leave, now is the time. Otherwise, she will keep you here. Use you. Until it’s over.”
“Is… Is it wrong that I liked it here?”
He gifted her a small smile. “No.” Then, he added, his smile gone, “But I know women like you. She plays with them until they break.”
Amy was horrified – about herself. Why wasn’t she focusing on ‘break’ – the fact that Priya would most likely hurt her or worse – but rather on ‘play’? What games would Priya Lacroix…?
“I don’t know the exact deal,” Sergio continued, “but I don’t think she cares whether you agreed to a single night or more. She will want to keep you here.”
“I want her to keep me here.” What? Amy!
He replied with a sad smile. “A woman, young and naive. That’s Priya’s favorite prey. I respect that I can’t change your mind. I just… wanted to give you a choice. Because Priya won’t.”
A slight bit angry, Amy replied, “I am not prey. I’m different. I am equal to Priya, worthy of her. And that, I’ll prove.”
Sergio seemed rather sad. “I don’t know how long it’ll be until she comes in here and does whatever she wants with you. But for then… Good luck. You’ll need it. ” He left the room, a hopeless face on.
Amy’s eyes narrowed. The sole thought of Priya made her horny. She looked around the room, looking for something, anything, that would give her ideas. She wanted to be different, for Priya, good, for Priya, kinky, for Priya.
The variety of objects she saw on first glance, combined with the thought of Priya’s reaction when entering the room, motivated her to do something she had never done before… She grabbed her undies, a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs and moved towards a table close to the door. Then, she kneeled down.
First, she put her undies on, the sole thought of Priya taking them off forcing her to. Not the bra, though. After all, she wanted Priya to have a view as hot as possible. Also, taking it off would be difficult after what Amy had in mind…
She grabbed the blindfold, put it on and pushed it up to her forehead. Then, she grabbed the handcuffs, managing to handcuff first her left, then her right hand, around the leg of the table.
As Amy made sure she really was unable to get free unless someone would either open the handcuffs or raise up the entire table, she had a slight feeling of panic. What if no one would come up here in hours?
…Well, at this point, it was too late anyway. Amy moved her head against the table’s leg, skilled enough to have it push the blindfold down.
Within moments, she had made herself kneel on the floor, unable to see, move… delivering her body to Priya Lacroix in the most defenseless way. How could something be that stupid, but still turn one on so much?
Regardless her worries, Amy was lucky – a few moments later, she heard high heeled footsteps in front of the door! This could only be…
Priya opened the door without hesitation. It fell shut as Priya’s satisfied voice was heard. “Amy…”
“I was waiting for you, Priya,” Amy responded with a voice that was already surprisingly whiny. As if she knew exactly what would be going down…
“Naww,” Priya just said, smirking. “Aren’t you a good little girl?”
“I am,” Amy admitted eagerly. It was a single heartbeat later, when she could smell, feel, Priya next to her, close, as if she was kneeling down only one step away. Then, she felt a cold hand on her breast, squishing, nails digging in.
“It’s like you’ve only been waiting for me to fuck you…”
Solely Priya’s voice, low and seductive, yet absolutely meaning each word, was almost enough to make Amy moan out loud. Her voice sounded even more alluring when Amy couldn’t see. She admitted, “I have”, feeling Priya’s hand running down, nails on her tummy, moving further downwards…
“And how in hell do you plan for me to fuck you in that?”
At the sound of the last word, Amy felt her underwear being ripped off! Then, fingers sliding inside her in a temper that was almost… angry. But the most surprising thing Amy felt were Priya’s lips on hers. There was nothing gentle about her kiss. She bit Amy’s lip, forced her tongue inside passionately. Amy tried to dominate, but failed.
She felt Priya pulling away entirely, wondering what she would do next. The answer, though, was unexpected. For a moment, Amy could move her hands as if the table had been lifted up to free her! The next thing she knew was being lifted in the air! Shocked, Amy let out a scream. She was being moved!
“How the hell would I fuck you under a table? Present yourself like this!”
That moment, Amy’s back hit a wall. Hands chained, pinned up over her head, she was hanging like a picture, a masterpiece, whatever kind of trophy. Without thinking it had been possible, Amy felt more helpless than before, her feet not even touching the ground! As if that wasn’t enough, she felt her lace underwear being stuffed into her mouth!
Then, she felt Priya’s fangs ramming into her throat! Priya sucked until Amy felt faint… She wanted to say stop, but Priya’s bites in combination with her fingers inside her, made Amy want her to keep going. She moaned rather helplessly, until, finally, Priya was fed. Amy begged, “Fmmm mm.” Then, the underwear was being pulled out of her mouth, and she heard Priya’s voice again.
“What?”
“I said… Fuck me.”
Amy heard Priya’s laugh, high-pitched, entertained. She felt the handcuffs being grabbed again and was thrown onto the bed! Amy’s heart beat loudly, she felt scared, disoriented. Then… Priya on top of her. Naked. Her hand on Amy’s forehead, keeping her down. Suddenly, the blindfold was being taken off. Finally, she could see her again.
“Tell me how good I look when I ride you,” Priya said in the most arrogant tone possible, before rubbing herself on Amy, who moaned, quickly overtaken by the pleasure.
“You look great,” she whined, “hot, amazing, god-like, ahhh…”
“I know,” Priya responded, getting into it herself, focusing solely on riding for the next minutes…
Amy reached her peak within a short span of time, having a feeling of warmth and… bravery overrun her. She wanted more. As a result of that rush, she used all her strength in a moment Priya was screaming, distracted by feelings of pleasure, and pushed her down onto the sheets, making herself the one on top!
But within a heartbeat, Priya reached out for her throat, choking her, and pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her chained wrists over her head, riding her more aggressively than Amy thought was possible! “Oh, you little bitch!”
Amy screamed in pleasure, surprised she was able to get as loud as Priya herself, and moved in sync with Priya, reaching more peaks than she could count, hearing Priya do the same, feeling her, so close…
When it was what felt like hours later, Priya and Amy were lying in bed, breathing heavily, exhausted but happy.
When Amy turned to the side, she saw the clock. And this time, it shocked her. “Priya! The vote!”
“…What?”
“The one to save Lily’s life!”
For the first time, Priya looked Amy into the eyes. They were facing each other and for a moment, time stood still.
Priya’s finger ran down Amy’s cheek in a way that was almost gentle. Then, it reached her lips, causing them to open slightly. “Be real with me, Amy,” Priya said, in a way that wasn’t threatening, rather sweet and serious. “Do you really want us to go to the vote?”
Silence.
“Or do you want to stay here? With me? And go for another round?”
Amy’s eyes widened in shock. She knew the answer. And it wasn’t no.