Chapter 2: Building Tension
Fillia's eyes locked on Eliza, her mind reeling with thoughts of her lover – the tightness of Eliza's barely covered breasts, the subtle curve of her hips beneath the dark leather, and the silver chains that held her captive. Her heart raced, hands clenched into fists as she fought the sweet restraints securing her.
"Give up, kitten," Eliza whispered, her head lolled back, eyes heavy with want.
A carnal hunger danced in her bright blue orbs, burning brighter than the summer sun.
"You should see yourself, Movement like jelly, all worked up, but can't reach a thing." Fillia's cheeky grin made Eliza's eyes roll. "Fine, have it your way-for now."
Eliza's heart thrummed with increasing intensity. She tugged at her bindings, but the chains held her firm. Turning her attention to Fillia, she spoke with mock severity, "What are you waiting for then, Release me and earn your own freedom."
A wicked gleam of anticipation sparkled in Fillia's eyes.
Her movements were fluidic as she twisted against her bindings, teasing her lover while torturing herself. If playing Eliza's game meant the sweet relief of release later, then tie her up and let her writhe.
"Not a chance, Eli darlin'. I'm at your mercy and savoring every moment." Her teeth tugged seductively at the corner of her bottom lip, provocatively wetting the fabric gag.
She took delight in Eliza's barely restrained frustration, and winked at the gorgeous blonde.
Fillia's wrist moved rhythmically, teasing her clit as she wrapped her legs around the bedpost. Adrenaline surged through her veins; the ache of desire swelled and throbbed. Her body tensed, trembling on the cusp of a powerful orgasm.
"Remember, kitten, I'm the one in charge." A knowing smirk tugged at Eliza's lips.
'Watch it, Fillia. I'm still in control here.'
A bead of sweat trickled down Eliza's brow, glistening in the morning sun. Fillia's gaze followed its path, eyes locked on the sheen of dampness it left behind. It took every ounce of her willpower not to let her tongue follow.
'Damn it, Fillia - untie me right this instant!' Eliza snarled, eyes ablaze with desire.
Fillia's smile widened, but she stayed silent.
Tugging her restraints in a flirtatious display, her hips rolled in invitation against the bedsheets. She relished the delicious warmth that flooded her core as the ache of arousal mounted. Gripping the bedposts, her hands slid along the smooth wood as she strained to explore her tingling flesh. Inch by inch, she ground into her makeshift lover, soaking the silken sheets as each moan escaped her.
"That's right, kitten, focus on yourself, and let me watch."
Eliza's words barely registered above the blood rushing in Fillia's ears. Her eyes fluttered shut, and all she knew was the pleasure building, threatening to drown her.
"Fuck, not like this," Eliza cursed. Her struggles against the chains grew frantic as her arousal intensified. Frustration and want mingled as her wrists chafed against the cold manacles.
Fillia dragged her eyes open with great reluctance; the sight of Eliza's heated desperation pushed her closer to the edge.
She tugged harder at the silken restraints, hips bucking and rolling as she cried out in near ecstasy.
The sound of her impending release tearing through the air. A sinking realization coursed through her. Her hips were restrained, denying her the orgasmic conclusion she yearned.
Fillia panted, chest rising and falling like a furnace, "Christ Eli, you've got me right where you want me."
Eliza's body thrummed with hunger, deliciously overwhelmed by the unyielding chains. The sleek fabric of her bodysuit stretched against her taut body, revealing the tantalizing outlines of her breasts and ass.