“So, anything in particular you’ve fantasized about?”
It was a bold sort of question, but if there was anything Andrea Maurer had learned in the past month, it was that she’d fallen in love with a woman who lived her life without hesitation or regret. Flushing nervously, the redhead took another sip of wine to steady herself, her head already swimming from the three such other glasses she’d partaken at the office Christmas party. “That’s… that’s an odd question at ask out of the blue,” she protested, largely to buy herself time.
“Is it?” Mariam Kamal replied, tightening the blanket around the naked forms as they snuggled on her leather couch. Beyond the windows of the Persian beauty’s apartment, the Canadian winter howled with all its trademark ferocity, yet the two women barely noticed, all the warmth they required found in each other’s arms and in the afterglow of their lovemaking. “I prefer to be an attentive lover, if it’s all right with you. Or…” Full lips curved into one of Mariam’s trademark wicked smiles, and Andrea groaned in pleasure as dusky hands stroked her inner thighs. “Am I so good in bed it doesn’t really matter?”
“Well, that too,” Andrea quipped. “Promise you won’t get freaked out?”
“Ooh, something juicy then?” Soft lips offered the redhead a gentle kiss, and Mariam withdrew, her mien serious. “You will never have to feel ashamed with me, and you will never have to conceal what you think or feel. If it’s not something I feel comfortable doing, I’ll let you know, but I’d rather we be honest with each other rather than spend our lives walking on eggshells.”
“That’s fair.” Steeling herself, Andrea met her girlfriend’s warm gaze. “I’ve fantasized about… being kidnapped,” she confessed. “The thought of being tied up and hidden away where no one can find me, by either a man or a woman, it’s… it’s more compelling than it probably has any right to be.”
“You’re into bondage?”
Blushing deeply with embarrassment, Andrea completely missed the look on her lover’s face. “Yeah, not the sort of thing to be proud of, right? I know it makes me a bad person and all, but I still-- mmmpgh!”
Any further self-depreciating comments were cut off as Mariam’s lips passionately crashed against Andrea’s own. Astonished, the redhead gave in to her lover’s passions, the flame of her desire only stoked all the higher by Mariam’s response. “I’m into bondage too,” confessed the Persian beauty, mustering her own courage to speak what she’d concealed from Andrea since their first meeting. “In fact, I find there’s nothing better in life than tying up some beautiful woman so I can have my way with her.”
“Have you ever done something like that before?” Andrea squeaked.
“Once or twice. I’m sorry I never told you this sooner,” answered Mariam, looking uncharacteristically ashamed. “My last relationship… didn’t really work out, and I was worried about scaring you off.” The moment passed, regret giving way to her usual good cheer and the dance of her hands across Andrea’s soft skin. “But if you’re interested…”
“I am, definitely. I just wouldn’t know where to begin.”
Before she could react, Mariam was moving, and Andrea gasped as she fell backwards onto the couch, strong hands pinning her wrists above her head, her lover’s scent rendered all the more heady by her closeness. “I have some ideas. Tell me… how do you feel about straitjackets?”